#the clothes look a lot better in the performance than during their wait time

[ringanon]

My Girl | Thomas Bordeleau

Pairing: Thomas Bordeleau x fem!reader

Warnings: jealousy, suggestive smut, couple swear words

Word Count: 943

Summary: Based on a concept/conversation with @lukeevangelista . you go to one of Thomas' games and catch the attention of some of the rookies

Read the conversation

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He knew. He pretended like he didn't, but he knew. Thomas was more than well aware that bringing a girlfriend as attractive as his in front of a bunch of single rookies was a risk. It was a risk he was willing to take, though. Thomas didn't get a chance to show you off a lot, and by God, was he taking the opportunity tonight.

There was something about watching you cheer for him that made him perform better. Knowing that you were doing so with his last name across your shoulder blades drove him wild; knowing that all of his teammates saw you behind Reimer during the second period ignited a fire in his stomach and an eruption in his chest that led him to a hat trick that night. He knew his girl was watching, he could hear some of the rookies talking about it on the bench.

One of them, whose name he had yet to learn, yelled out, "it's a shame that girl over there is wearing Bordy's sweater, otherwise I'd think I had a chance."

Another one leaned over, "She with you Bordy?"

"Yeah she is, actually. That's my girl, Y/N." Thomas didn't look away from the game. He tried to keep his tone firm and even. He wanted to convince the kid sitting next to him that he hadn't been waiting to shout it from the rooftops since they saw him throw you a puck during warmups.

He had walked into the locker room after the game. By the time he had finished talking to you, most of his teammates had left. It left him and a group of three rookies. He tried to not evesdrop onto the conversation happening a few stalls down.

"...fine as fuck."

"Do I want to know?" Thomas didn't need to ask, he knew who they were talking about.

"No." The rookie was quick to brush him off, turning a deep shade of maroon, and clamping his hand over his knee until his knuckles turned a pale white.

Thomas paused, looking between the huddle of boys, "That's what I thought."

He tore off his clothes, thinking about the way your fingers would feel against his skin later tonight. He buttoned up his shirt. Thomas laughed when he did the last few buttons, knowing that it would be off too soon to really be worth buttoning it now.

"I'm surprised your girl didn't come in with you, Bordy." The same voice from the opposite end of the row of stalls caught him off guard.

"And why is that?" He sat down at his stall to put on his shoes, "Is this an excuse for you guys to gawk at her?"

"No-" they were quick to defend themselves, knowing they had been caught.

Thomas shot a text message to you, asking you to come into the locker room, they got to gawk at a sight to behold, and he got to dig his nails into the brains of those rookies. He wanted them to remember you were all his. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, you peeked your head in, frantically looking around the room to make sure that no one was changing and that, in fact, Thomas was still in there. You made eye contact with him and smiled. Thomas leaned back in his seat and opened his arms. The way you smiled made him forget that you were being oogled over a couple seats down. His hand met your thigh to pull you closer to him, giving his other hand a change to curl around your hip. He rested his other hand on your back, holding you there to press a kiss to your stomach through your jersey. He had to consciously hold his head together when your fingers found his hair, running them through his damp curls, "Hi pretty girl."

You whispered out your response, "I know they've been gawking at me the whole game, I know this is you marking your territory."

He pulled away to look up at you, "I'm not an idiot, Thomas."

You smiled, moving your hand to grab his cheek in your palm. You leaned down to kiss him and suddenly everything melted away. He pulled you down to straddle his lap, running his hands over your back, slipping a hand into one of the back pockets of your jeans to pull you closer to him. You pulled away and rested your forehead against his, "I'm glad you came today."

"And it totally isn't to brag to all of your teammates." You smiled, sitting up and wrapping your arms around him. You let him rest his head on your chest.

"Nope not at all, although I think it's working." You looked over your shoulder and the group of rookies all looked away to avoid eye contact with you, pretending they were deep in conversation.

"It's 100 percent working, Thom." There was a long pause, Thomas listened to your heartbeat while you just enjoyed the chance to have him this close to you, "Are you ready? I have plans I need to attend to."

Thomas snapped his head to look up to you, "What plans?"

You sighed, reaching behind you to grab his hand. You slid it up your jersey, letting him feel the lace that clad your skin. His eyes glittered when he looked up at you, "It's a new one, black, you haven't seen it yet."

He grabbed his backpack off the floor, and stood up. You yelped, wrapping your legs around his waist and clutching his shoulders to hold yourself up. The door slammed behind him, which made all the rookies jump. They sat and waited until you two were well down the hallway to continue their conversation.

-💍

This has been sitting in my drafts for FOREVER, yall can have it now.

#thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau imagine #nhl #san jose sharks #san jose barracuda #thomas bordeleau x reader

[cilliansmesoftly]

worst way

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: riley needs you after a long month of tour and missing you

warnings: smut!, pining, yearning, breaking stuff, multiple rounds, etc.

wc: 4.4k

tonight was the night riley was coming home. after a month long of not seeing each other, well besides facetime. he couldn’t wait another minute. tour was long. and it isn’t even over, he just has a few weeks before he’s out on the road again and he intended to spend every minute of his time off with his girl. his y/n.

he could picture her now.. standing in the kitchen, or maybe even the living room, comfy clothes on with her favorite show playing on the television. she’d be chewing on her bottom lip, no doubt leaving cherry red imprints from the pressure, just itching to be back in his arms.

at least, he was itching to be back in hers. he didn’t know what had gotten into him. on the ride from the airport, his sweatpants had been doing no good hiding the excitement he was feeling. to shield from even more humiliation, he took his carry-on bag and held it in front of the growing need. his hands were sweaty and he kept pushing his hair back with his hands, a nervous habit he’d picked up since growing it out.

why was he so nervous?

it’s not like you haven’t been together for about a year now, and friends longer than that. but, god, he was feeling like a teenager going on a first date.

the ride was shorter than riley anticipated, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he got out the truck and hauled his bags and guitar case up the steps to the farmhouse he got built a couple years back.

home never felt so good.

and he knew it would feel even better once he got y/n back in his grasp.

however, when he opened the front door, no television was on, no sounds were heard, and no beautiful woman was standing there waiting for him. he sighed, setting down his bags in the middle of the room and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

he clicked y/n’s contact and brought his phone up to his ear.

ring…. ring…

he was starting to get worried. did she meet someone while he was away? no, she’d never do that. maybe she’s out getting some groceries, because god knows what was left in the fridge from the time he left to now. right as his heart rate picked back up, he heard a click and then her gorgeous voice through the speakers.

“hey, baby.” she said softly. “what’s up?”

“hi, honey. well, i came home expecting you to tackle me to the ground and shower me with love and kisses like you normally do, but there’s not a soul here.” he walked to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. it was made, but he could tell where her pretty little head had been laying on his pillow.

“oh, shit. i’m so, so sorry. i went to pick up some food for us. you’re a little earlier than what i was planning for.” she sighed into the phone, he heard a car door shut and then an engine ignited. “i’m on my way back now, though. i’ll be home in, like, 10 minutes?”

“okay, baby. i can’t wait to see you.” riley had a small smile glued to his face, a blush coating his cheeks all the way down to his tanned chest. “be careful, i love you.”

“i love you, more. bye.” he could hear the shy grin in her voice and he could feel his heart clench at the sound.

he figured he could kill some time by taking a quick shower and washing off all the dirty airport germs off of him. so, he stood to his sore feet and grudged into the bathroom. he stripped himself of his sweatshirt, then his sneakers and sweatpants. he looked at himself in the mirror while the shower water ran. he’d worked out a lot during the times he wasn’t performing, just out of boredom and partly because he hated being in that cramped bus for 10, maybe even more, hours a day.

as he stepped into the shower, he let the water run down his face and back, washing off his worries and stress down the drain along with it. he was so happy to be home. so happy to have a break. and so happy he was about 7 minutes away from being with his best girl again.

y/n walked into the house with bags of takeout in her hands. she huffed as she tripped over riley’s bags in the room.

“riley?” she called through the house, setting the bags onto the counter. when she didn’t hear a response from anything but water running and humming, she knew exactly where to go. she tiptoed into the bathroom and started to take off her clothes. she could see riley’s silhouette through the white curtain hung up and even from that, her body ached for him. she quietly pulled back the curtain, he was facing away from her, so she slid her hands around his body. from his back to his torso, she ran her fingers all over the soft, tan skin. he jumped at first, but quickly turned around and gripped her cheeks in his hands.

“hi, baby.” she smiled up at him. he had shaved his beard into just a mustache and she could feel her stomach flutter at the dirty thoughts running through her mind. she pictured that mustache on her lips, kissing her wildly and so loving that her mouth would be bruised. she pictured that mustache kissing down her body, going between her legs and loving on her like she hadn’t felt in so long.

she was broken out of her fantasy by riley’s lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. the bathroom was filled with hot fog and was suffocating her lungs, but that kiss allowed her to take a deep breath that she hadn’t been able to catch since he’d left.

riley laughed as she squealed when he picked her up so her legs would wrap around his torso. his cock was already hard at the thought of having her right then. against the cold tiles of the shower. “my girl.” he breathed into her neck once they had broken the kiss. “you don’t know how much i missed you.”

“don’t i?” she was scratching the back of his head with one hand and clinging onto his back with the other. riley groaned into her skin as she pulled his hair gently. “take me to bed.”

he didn’t have to be told twice. he shut the water off and stepped out onto the cool floor. he laid y/n down gently on the bed and leaned back, captivated by the sight of her. her hair, a little wet from stray water droplets, was splayed behind her head onto the sheets. her body was tanned from the summer sun, no doubt taking advantage of the deck out back.

“see something you like? just take it.” she kicked her feet up to place them on his chest as she giggled. she admired his body, too. strong arms with veins running all the way down to his forearms and hands. tanned chest with a thin gold chain dangling from his neck. his body was work of god.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, honey.” riley grabbed her ankles and kissed each leg before leaning down against her. her skin against his felt like heaven. this was better than what he imagined. he pushed the hair against her forehead away, taking in every part, every detail of her face. it was an intimate moment, one that neither of them took for granted. it’s like they were falling back in love all over again.

“you seriously have no idea how much i missed you, riley green.” y/n sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, melting into her touch.

“how much did you miss me?” he was already panting, trembling even. y/n was so turned on she could barely stand it she kept trying to rub her legs together to ease some of the ache, but riley kept his hands on the inside of her thighs with a such a firm grip that she couldn’t move a muscle.

“enough to call you every night and listen to your voice. pretend it was your fingers all over me, making me wet, playing with me.” riley groaned, laying his head down on her chest. his wet hair was cold and it sent a shock through her, but it did wonders to cool down her blazing skin. “did you touch yourself to me?” she asked into his ear.

“‘course i did, baby. couldn’t go through a single day without you there with me. don’t matter if it was through a screen.” he kissed her chest, sucking a dark mark onto her skin. she moaned softly and it caused riley to ground his hips into hers, the head of his hard cock hitting her clit just right. “god, baby. gonna fuck you on every square inch of this house tonight.”

“please,” she whimpered, closing her legs tighter around his body, trying to bring him closer to her.

“we got all the time in the world.” he leaned back and cupped her cheek in his hand. she cuddled into his touch with a pout on her face. “let me take my time with you tonight, honey.”

she nodded softly, leaning up to catch his lips with hers. he slid his tongue over her lower lip, begging for entrance and when she granted it, he stifled a moan into her mouth. she tasted like strawberries and heaven. he couldn’t get enough of this girl. he moved his mouth down to her cheek, over her chin, down to her neck where he sucked another tattoo kiss onto her skin, left to be purple and bruised tomorrow. he brought his mouth to her nipple and she jumped at the sensation, she hadn’t been touched in so long. he licked around the bud before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” she whined into her hand. her hips were restlessly trying to gain friction from anything they could reach. riley sat down on his knees and hooked his arms around the back of her legs. she gasped as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. her thighs were trembling as he kissed the inside of them, breathing her in as he did. y/n felt the facial hair on his upper lip tickling her skin. he was driving her crazy. she hadn't seen this man in a month. he didn't do anything extravagant, he didn't bring home flowers, he didn't bring wine. he just wanted her.

she was broken out of her thoughts by the feeling of his tongue licking a straight line up her core. she gasped and her hips jumped off the bed. riley shook his head against her, his nose brushing her clit back and forth as he did so, and laid his muscled arm over her hips to hold her still.

"you're so sweet, honey." he moaned against her. the vibrations made her throw her head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she bit her lip as he sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth, his fingers finding their way to her entrance. he spread her arousal with his thick digits, licking off what was left. "mmm." he prodded at her entrance again, just barely entering before pulling them back out. he was teasing her and it was torture.

"riley, please." she breathed out, panting. she lifted her head up just so she could catch his gaze and that shit-eating grin he wore made her groan and throw herself back against the bed.

"please, what, sweetheart?" he smirked. he knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear her say it.

"just fuck me, please." she whined. he smacked her thigh and she hissed.

"that's all you had to say." he smiled, kissing her clit and the inside of her thighs sweetly before leaning up and capturing her lips with his. y/n hummed into it, taking a grip of his hair and pulling slightly. he groaned, reaching down to stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with her pretty pussy. he looked back at her eyes, her mouth open and panting, her cheeks rosy and flustered. she was so beautiful. even when she wasn't trying to be. he was suddenly taken back to the first day they met. sophomore year of college and he thought she was the most breathtaking thing at jacksonville state.

"what's going on in that handsome head of yours." y/n huffed, pushing a stray hair behind his ear.

"i just love you." he shook his head, grabbing her hand and kissing her wrist. "so much."

"you have me for the rest of your life, riley. you are the most precious thing i have." she leaned up to kiss him, slow and passionate. "i love you."

he pushed into her, moaning loudly from how tightly she enveloped him. she sucked a breath in through her teeth, the stretch was delicious and what made it even sweeter was riley leaning his forehead down onto hers, locking those deep blue irises onto her e/c ones. he slowly started to thrust into her. the tamed patch of hair below his stomach was brushing against her bud of nerves and she bit her lip to contain the graphic noises begging, screaming, to be released. she could feel the imprint of him in her stomach and she grabbed his hand and placed it on the point so he could feel it. riley whimpered and thrust harder into her.

"god, yes." she yelled out, wrapping her ankles around his back to keep him close to her. her nails were raking down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake. "harder."

riley quickly obliged, hiking her leg up around his waist further to hit an angle he hadn't before that had y/n moaning almost pornographically. "you have no idea how much i missed this pussy, sweetheart."

"you have no idea how much i missed this cock." she retorted, turning her head to the side so she could kiss his stubbly cheek. she pushed his head to her chest and he could hear her wild heartbeat. he could hear her whimpers right in his ear and he wished he had something to record this so he could cherish it forever. his hips picked up speed in their ruts against her. he felt like a mad-man. he was touch starved for too long and so, so wrapped up in her. she might as well be tattooed against his skull from how much he thinks about her.

his thrusts were so forceful, the framed picture above his bed frame was hitting the wall repeatedly and eventually just fell back behind the bed. they could hear the glass shattering, but they could care less. riley picked y/n up and turned her around so she was sitting on her hands and knees. she laid her head down onto the soft sheets, arching her back softly so her ass was in better view. he rubbed the soft skin soothingly before smacking it lightly. y/n giggled and then groaned when he pushed into her again. his had one leg on the floor and the other was propped up and bent. his hands were wrapped around both of her hips and he pulled her back against his cock. he was hitting so deep inside of her and y/n could feel the coil inside of her tightening even more. riley was no better than her, he could usually last a while, but, because of the prolonged distance, his tummy was fluttering and his cock was twitching relentlessly. his body was begging for a release.

"y/n." he whimpered, his pounding thrusts against her were getting sloppy and he reached around her to toy with her clit.

"oh, i know, baby. me too." she was breathless, her knuckles were white from gripping the sheets so hard and she was sure she would have bruises all over her backside tomorrow from how rough he was pushing into her. "cum inside of me. please, please." she begged. she wanted all of him, she was so close she had tears in her eyes.

"oh, my." he threw his head back before leaning down against her back. he kissed all over her neck, her shoulders. his fingers were still rubbing circles onto her clit and her body was collapsing beneath her. "i'm gonna cum, honey." he thrust a few more times, working her clit harshly. she was screaming his name, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of their bodies. the coil in her belly snapped quickly at one particularly hard thrust and she curled into herself while riley was milking her for everything she had. a few more thrusts and riley was completely undone. he released into her, pushing his cum into her further before laying down against her back. she turned her head so she could kiss his lips. "i love you. i love you." he muttered against her skin.

"i love you." she kissed the top of his head. riley leaned up and pulled out slowly, watching the mix of their climaxes leak from her core and onto the duvet. "i broke home takeout."

-

they sat at the island in the kitchen, ravishing their food like two starving cavemen. she got riley and her some burgers from his favorite spot in town. they laughed and shared fries with each other. they fed each other like an annoying couple they would've made fun of back in college.

"do you think we would've been friends in high school?" she wondered, taking a sip of her cold busch light. riley brought his lips to his drink, too. one thing he loved about her is that she actually enjoyed drinking beer, maybe even more than he did.

"absolutely not," he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "i was a little shit in high school."

"you were a little shit in college, too." she giggled, pushing his shoulder. they were just sitting in their underwear, but nothing had ever felt more comfortable. more like home.

"i was worse in high school. ask momma." he laughed. "got cops called on me one time for poppin' fireworks in my principal's yard."

"riley green!" her jaw-dropped. "and to think, the worst thing you did in college was get kicked out of a bar for fightin' a guy."

"he was hittin' on you. had to do somethin'." he shrugged, smiling while taking a bite of another fry.

"you didn't even like me like that back then... did you?" she side-eyed him suggestively.

"baby, i've liked you since we first met at the gym." he slipped his hand up her leg, rubbing her thigh with his calloused fingers. rough partly from years of playing guitar and partly from the hard work he's done in his life. "when you didn't know how to work the equipment, i was hooked on you."

"oh, ew!" she scrunched up her nose. "i was wearing stained sweatpants and an old lynyrd skynyrd shirt."

"hence my attraction." he breathed out a laugh, his fingertips still rubbing over her skin. she clutched her hand to his and brought it up to her lips, kissing his the pad of his fingers.

"why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly, placing his hand against her cheek. it was warm and she leaned into his touch.

"thought you were out of my league, to be honest." he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone, tracing her freckles from the warm alabama sun. "i thought you were the prettiest thing i'd ever seen and i didn't wanna embarrass myself by askin' you out, so i figured being friends was a good way to keep you in my life."

she fell into a fit of giggles and riley scoffed with a smile on his face, pulling back from her. "yeah, laugh at my misery. it's fine." he went to stand, but she pulled him back down, trying to calm herself.

"no, it's not that! i swear!" she bit down on her lip to contain more laughter. "that first day," she took a breath. "i fell in love with you, too."

"pft, nah." he stood up, collecting their food wrappers and walked to the trash can to throw it away.

"pft, yeah!" she stood up, too. she watched as he washed his hands and he shook his head. "you don't believe me? you were starting quarterback and completely jacked, might i add. plus, you helped me with gym equipment without making me feel stupid. i texted mom about you that very night."

"you serious?" he braced his hands on either side of the sink and she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the veins running down his arms, she licked her lips and looked back up at him, nodding. "alright," he threw his arms up in surrender. "i believe you."

"so that means we wasted.... what?" she started counting up the months.

"at least 10 months." he finished her thought for her and she brought her hands up to her face. she could've been with him from the very first moment they met, but they both thought too lowly of themselves to make a move.

"riley, that's awful." she groaned through her hands. he laughed and walked up to her, pulling her hands away from her face and wrapping them around his body. he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips sweetly.

"we got all of our lives to make up for that time, baby." he mumbled against her. she moved her hands up to wrap around the back of his neck. his fingertips tickled down her sides before picking her up and sitting her on the counter top. he laid her down gently and kissed down her neck, all the way to her navel. she brought him back up to her and captured his lips with her own, licking over his bottom lip. he opened his mouth further and their tongues danced together, even though they tasted like their dinner, they couldn't care less.

"make love to me." she whispered against his lips. he let his hands trail around her body before moving behind her back and unclasping her bra in one swift move. he bowed his head to kiss around her breasts, then down to her belly. he traced the hem of her panties, blue and lacy, his favorite. he pulled them down her legs, his fingers causing goosebumps to raise on her legs and follow the path he took down to her ankles. he threw the undergarments somewhere towards the living room and kissed his way back up to her lips. he kissed her lips and pulled his boxers down his thighs, letting them drop and pool around his feet. he grabbed the back of her thighs and slowly dragged her further to the edge of the counter. she leaned up to slowly stroke his cock. he leaned his head back in pleasure and she kissed the open space of his neck, licking around the stubbly skin. he lifted his head back up and kissed her sensually. this was a different kiss. it was passionate, but it was more like a promise. a promise of 'i'm yours'.

she lined his cock up with her entrance and he pushed into her slowly, laying her back down flat against the cool marble counter. his thrusts were slow, but rough. he left his branding kisses on her neck and chest. their moans were soft and intimate, a low, but intense sound of pure adoration and infatuation. y/n stretched her arms out behind her head, accidentally knocking off the decorative wooden bowl in the middle of the island. "sorry." she whispered.

"ain't worried 'bout nothing but you." he responded, his face tucked into her neck and his cock working wonders on her. she was already close. she was so full of love, so full of him. she wanted to cry, she loved him so much. and he was thinking the same because he whispered in her ear, "i love you."

"i love you so much, ri." she whined. she felt his cock twitch inside of her, but she wanted him to hold out. she wanted this feeling to last so much longer than it could. "don't cum yet." she breathed out, brushing through his hair with her fingers. "wanna feel you."

"yes ma'am." he kissed underneath the lobe of her ear and she shuddered, trying to prolong her peak. he slowed down even more and y/n could feel every vein, every curve of his cock. they felt like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for each other. the way he pulled out just to push roughly back in was driving her mad, it was getting harder to hold back. "cum for me, sweetheart. know you need to. can feel you squeezin' 'round me."

she whimpered softly and all he had to do was reach down to circle her clit and she was done for. her climax hit like no other had and she was clenching around him so tightly that riley came right after she did, kissing all over her face, her neck, and chest.

"we're makin' a mess of this house." she laughed as she looked at the mess of clothes around the floors, the bowl spilled out onto the hardwood, not to mention the fact that they had to pull the bed out from the wall sometime to clean the glass up from the picture frame.

"y'know i'm gonna have to write a song 'bout this." he chuckled and she rolled her eyes. "even though they're all about you already." he kissed her cheek and she blushed.

"let's keep it that way, baby." she kissed his lips then hopped down from the counter, brushing her body up against his. she leaned down to pick up her bra, pushing herself onto his pelvic bone with a grin on her face.

he grunted and she leaned back up, but he grabbed her arm before she could walk away. he caught her lips with his and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. she shrieked and kicked her legs, trying to get him to put her down. she was in a fit of laughter by the time he tossed her onto the couch. "i still want you in the worst way, darlin'. you ain't getting away from me for the rest of the night."

note:

hey everyone! i know this is different from what i usually post (aka austin butler ahaha) but i noticed on tiktok that riley green usually gets a lot of attention from all the clips of his concerts, but there's hardly any content of him on tumblr, wattpad, etc. so if you don't know who this is, he's a singer. i went to his concert recently and just completely fell back in love with him, so i wanted to write for him! if you enjoyed the idea, you can totally picture someone else for the role of riley. if you want more of riley, let me know! and do your research on him because this man is something else oooh lord

#Spotify #riley green #riley green x reader #music #country music #country #austin butler smut #riley green smut #elvis #cillian murphy #cowboy

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 9

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating:  E

Warnings:  nothing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:   2188

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 9

Dressing for a vampire dinner theater wasn’t something everyone could claim to be experts at.  Melody had been to this particular show so many times now, that she had an outfit ready to go.  She knew how it fit, she knew how to do her hair with it, and she knew exactly how red she liked her lip color and how sharp she liked her eyeliner.  It was a look she’d adjusted and added to each time she went to the show.  It consisted of a long black, Victorian-style dress, with a red corset, over a white, high-necked ruffled bodice.  At her throat, she wore a brooch with a dark red stone in the middle.  Over the dress, she wore a long, tailored lace coat that she’d made with the help of Bobbi.  She had knee-high, lace-up boots, and a little lace fascinator she wore in her hair, putting in product to enhance her curls.  The fact her hair was naturally black just added to the effect.  It meant when she was completely dressed, it was hard to tell that she wasn’t one of the cast.

The buzzer to her apartment sounded and she went and answered it.  “I’ll be right down,” she said.

She grabbed her clutch and hurried down the stairs.  Steve, Sam, and Bucky were waiting on the steps together.  They’d been told that people dressed up for the event, but if they stuck with shades of red and black they’d be fine.

Bucky had gone in his usual head-to-toe black.  A black leather jacket over a black shirt and black jeans.  He’d slicked his hair back and he had leather gloves on.  The gloves were to hide his prosthetic hand, but they helped add to the vampire feel he had just by wearing his regular clothes.  Steve had opted for a three-piece suit, the jacket, vest, and pants, he had paired it with a white shirt, and rather than wear a tie, he’d put on a red cravat.  It didn’t quite pass as a vampire, but he looked good, and you appreciated that he made the effort.

Sam was the one that had really gone all out.  He had a waistcoat with red roses embroidered on it that he wore over a white ruffled shirt.  He had black dress pants, and over the whole ensemble, he had the perfect vampire cloak with red satin lining and a high black collar.

“You all look so good,” Melody said as she stepped outside, into the warm New York evening.  “Sam Wilson!  Look at you?”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he teased and fished in his pocket.  He turned away from her, and when he turned back he smiled revealing a cheesy pair of vampire fangs.

Melody laughed as she approached him.  “You’ll fit right in,” she said, as she kissed him on the cheek.  She did the same to Bucky and then moved to Steve.

“You look amazing,” Steve said.  “Straight from a classic vampire movie.” 

“Thank you,” she said.  “I’ve been to this show a lot.”

“What’s it like?” Bucky asked as the group began to make its way to the subway station.  A car drove by and honked its horn and Melody and Sam both enthusiastically returned the waves of the people in it.

“It’s corny and fun,” she explained.  “There’s a lot of very talented out-of-work actors in New York, so performance-wise it’s better than a lot of dinner theatre you might see in other places.  You sit down and have dinner with a vampire ‘family’ -” she put the word family in air quotes “- there’s live music during dinner and the cast all kind of drop hints for what will happen later.  The meal is pretty good actually.  It’s kind of supposed to look over the top, and aristocratic, but everything is shades of black and red.  So there are these charcuterie boards that are put out as appetizers and it’s blackberries, dark red grapes, and then very dark red salamis and smoked meats, as well as cheeses and crackers that blend into that.  Then there’s a tomato bisque, a salad with blackberries, blood orange, rose petals, feta, and red peppers.  Then a main of these amazing shish kebabs and purple roasted potatoes.  The dessert is a red velvet cake.  They have amazing cocktails that look like you’re drinking blood.  At dessert, the real play part of it goes down.  But I don’t want to spoil it.”

“It sounds like it’s going to be really fun,” Steve said. “I’ve always loved the theater.  I try to go see musicals whenever I can.  Which isn’t that often, to be honest.”

“I’m completely the same,” Melody said.  “Because Bobbi is an actor/singer, she tries to keep up to date with what’s on and all the songs.  I go with her when I can.  We’ve gotten good at grabbing discounted tickets.  But I love it.  I’d go every week if I could.”

“You guys really support each other, don’t you?” Sam asked.

“She’s my best friend and my closest family,” Melody said.  “We were there for each other when there was literally no one else, and it was always our dream to come to New York and make it - her as an actor, me as a writer.  I don’t even think I’d be here if it weren’t for her.  But even if I’m wrong and I’d have figured out a way to do it on my own - I wouldn’t want to.”

“That’s how I feel about these two,” Steve said.

“So we date each other, we date the family?” she said, looking up at him.

His eyes crinkled in the corners, lining his otherwise flawless skin.  “I guess so.”

The small group made their way down the stairs to the subway platform.  It was there that they were set upon by a group of fans who wanted selfies and to talk.  Melody stood out of the way as best she could, and when the train arrived, Sam caught her arm, stopping her from getting into the same car as the fans and guiding her into one of the cars further down.  “Do you ever get used to that?” she asked.

Steve shrugged and nodded his head from side to side.  “Yes and no.  There are always times when it can be too much.  You know?  When there are too many of them and you’re just trying to go about your day, or you’re having dinner, or in the middle of a conversation.  But you get used to figuring out ways to minimize it, and you get used to the back and forth involved.  These people usually are fans or they’re people we’ve helped.  They aren’t bad people, no one wants to upset them.”

“And that’s why Sam made us sit in a different section?” Melody asked.

“That’s right,” Sam said.  “But it’s not all bad.  You get free meals sometimes, and people like giving you gifts.”

“People like giving them gifts,” Bucky corrected.  “So I have a question.  Your cousin - Bobbi - is she seeing anyone?”

You smiled and nudged him slightly.  “No, Bucky,” you said.  “She’s single.”

It wasn’t long before the group was getting off the train and heading back into the warm New York night.  The city was busier down where the restaurant was located, the street was filled with the sounds of traffic and the sidewalk was crowded with people, striding along, seemingly in a rush, as all typical New Yorkers were all hours of the day or night.  Melody led the way to the black and red facade of the dinner theater.  The greeter at the door was dressed like the classic Bela Lugosi Dracula.  Melody knew him both in his role at the theater and a little as just Jake from the few times you’d hung out with the cast with Bobbi.  “Ah, Lady Melody, you have come to visit us again.  And you’ve brought friends.  Enter.”

He let them through and led them to their seats at one of the long tables in the red and black room.  There were four long tables in all, ornately carved out of a dark wood.  The chairs were all high-backed and lined with red velvet.  At one end of the room was a fireplace with a large Gothic portrait above it, and at the other end, a string quartet was playing slow haunting music.  There were already some other patrons at the table and Melody knew that by the time the show started there would be actors at the tables too.

“This is cool,” Sam said.  “Reminds me of dates I went on before I joined the Air Force.  I bet neither of you has been anywhere like this,” he added, gesturing to Steve and Bucky.

“You would win that bet,” Steve said.  “I have no idea what to expect.”

“You’re going to love it,” Melody said and took his hand.  “At the very least you’re here with your friends.”

“That’s true,” he said and bumped her softly with his shoulders.

The room slowly filled and the actors came in, starting the show in a very low-key way so that the people had time to settle and begin eating the appetizers.  Sam and Melody talked Bucky and Steve into trying Vampire’s Kisses cocktails.

When Bobbi came out in her full Victorian vampire costume and took a seat at the table opposite Bucky, Bucky’s eyes lit up.  Melody hadn’t realized just how much of an impact her cousin had on the ex-assassin.  It wasn’t a surprise exactly.  Bobbi was Melody’s favorite person in the world, but Bobbi had this way of drawing attention to her with her loud and flamboyant personality, whereas Bucky Barnes seemed to avoid attention like it was the plague.  Perhaps it was the way she shone so brightly that attracted Bucky.  Or maybe it was just that Melody hadn’t seen Bucky open up fully yet.  Either way, he looked smitten.

As the night went on, the men really began to enjoy themselves.  Melody and Steve became more affectionate too.  Not that their PDA was anything more than completely innocent, but they nudged each other playfully when they shared a joke, and they held hands under the table when they weren’t eating.  During the final part of the production, while the audience was watching the vampire hunters come in and try to save the audience, he kept his arm around her, almost protectively.

Even though Bobbi could only interact with Bucky in character, and she had to divide her time and attention between all the guests, Melody loved getting to see their flirtatious interactions.  Bucky practically had hearts for eyes, every time he spoke to her.

Melody could relate.  She felt the same way about Steve.  She was smitten.  Her heart fluttered in her chest every time she locked her brown eyes with his blue.  She worried she was going to fall too hard too fast for him, only to lose part of herself.

When the show was over, Melody, Sam, Bucky, and Steve went to the bar next door to wait for Bobbi to come meet them. The group greeted her with a round of applause and after a couple more drinks they headed back to Melody and Bobbi’s building together.  The whole time, Steve kept his arm around her.

When they arrived back at her building Bobbi stopped to talk to Sam and Bucky as Steve pulled Melody to the side.  “I am so glad we did this,” he said, leaning into her.  He was so close that even in the low glow of the streetlight, she could see the fine lines of his face.  “Next time just the two of us though, I think.”

“I completely agree,” she said.  “Bucky is really into Bobbi, huh?”

Steve chuckled and looked over at them.  “He seems to be.  It’s good.  He hasn’t dated at all since he got out of HYDRA.”

“I’ll tell her to be gentle with him,” Melody said.

“Thank you,” he said, softly, leaning in just a little.

Melody could tell he wanted to kiss her, but he wasn’t going to bridge that last little gap.  She put her hands on his cheeks and moved in, so she could feel the heat of his breath on her lips.  “Kiss me,” she breathed.

He brought his lips to hers, softly and tenderly.  His lips slowly caressed hers, just barely parting.  It sent a shiver through her and as he pulled back, she chased him briefly, wanting a little more.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said.  “We’ll set up another date.”

“Just the two of us,” Melody said.

Steve pecked her cheek and pulled back completely.  “Just the two of us.”

Melody climbed the steps, meeting Bobbi halfway up. “Night, Bucky, night, Sam,” she called to the two men as they began to walk away.  “I had fun.”

“Night, Mel,” Sam called back as Bucky raised his hand.  “See you ‘round.”

“I got his number,” Bobbi said as they went inside.

“I got the first kiss,” Melody countered,

Bobbi laughed and nudged her.  “Always having to one-up me.”

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #marvel fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #captain america fanfic #steve rogers x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #ofc #smut #the interview

[milawritesstuff]

can i request for pedri in english?

where reader is from austria and can’t speak spanish so they teach eachother spanish and german? lots of love and if ypu don’t want to write it, it’s totally fine🤗

A/N: I don’t know any German so I did my best. 😬 for future reference I speak Spanish and English fluently. I know some Catalan and French. Hope you like it.

Warnings: None

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It was your first week with Barça and you truly believed you were completely in over your head. You had taken the job in Barcelona as a social media manager not paying any mind to the fact that you spoke absolutely zero Spanish and many of the players barely spoke English let alone German. You wished we you were back home to Austria.

This morning your assignment was with midfielder Pedro Gonzalez, or Pedri as most called him. To your disappointment he barely spoke any English. Here we go again, you thought to yourself, for sure they would be firing you today for failing to meet yet another assignment.

You sat in the team’s rec room waiting for Pedri. You practiced a few Spanish greeting words as the sound of the door opening startled you. Pedri walked in straight from practice with his cheeks fully flushed and looking somewhat disheveled.

He was what you imagined when you thought of a Spaniard. Dark hair and dark eyes. Hints of stubble coming out from where he had just shaved this morning. He was much younger than many of the other players but as he walked in he held some sort of dominating presence.

“Hola.” You smiled. “Hello.” He responded, you could tell me was also trying his best to meet you halfway. “We are going to make some videos about your favorite things.” You explained to the young man that was now sitting across from you with a confused look on his face. “Videos de tu favorito cosas.” You did your best. He smiled. “Vale.”

Thankfully you had the questions written in Spanish which helped direct him throughout the recording but the cringiness of the small talk was difficult to swallow.

As you pressed to stop recording after the last sentence you exhaled a breath of relief. “Terminas.” You said. Pedri walked over to you “We are done?” He said with almost no Spanish accent making you question whether he truly didn’t know any English. “Si.” You responded.

“Your name?” He asked. It was then you realized you had been so stressed about getting this assignment done right you hadn’t even told him your name. “Oh Uhm Y/N.” Pedri leaned in and gave you a kiss on each cheek and attempted to explain to you that was the way a proper Spanish hello was to be performed. You smiled shyly at him. “Freut mich, dich.” Nice yo meet you, you said to him. He smiled and waved goodbye as he left the rec room.

You had worked with only a few players during the week but Pedri by far had been the nicest. Maybe that’s why the session had been a success. You checked your watch and raced back to your office to try and work on the video so you could send it to your boss for approval. By the time you started to pack your bag to head out home the night sky had already overtaken Barcelona. You began to walk out towards your car when you heard footsteps and someone yelling out your name.

You turned back and saw Pedri now in different clothes jogging towards you. “Pedri, what are you doing here?” He did his best to explain to you he had stayed after hours to practice. “Tienes hambre?” Are you hungry? He asked. You nodded since you had already eaten your dinner in your office. “Drinks?” He asked shyly.

You should have known better but you had a miserable week. You missed your family and friends back in Austria and you needed a drink. Besides Pedri was eye candy and who would ever say no to someone like him. You chose to ignore the trouble you could get into both at work and with your heart if you says yes to his proposition. “Si.” You replied. Pedri managed to give you directions to a local bar and he was already there when you showed up.

The two of you communicated in between half spoken English from him and half spoken Spanish from you. As well as signs and sometimes the held of google translate. “How you say, bonita in German?” He asked you. “Muy bonita.” He corrected himself. “schöne?” You said questioning him. “Y/N schöne.” Said Pedri with a smile as he took another sip of his drink. You looked down shyly.

“Gracias.” You responded. “You have boyfriend at home?” Pedri asked. You could tell he had been sitting on that question for minutes now because he either couldn’t figure out how to say it or he had to get more alcohol in him to have the guts to. You nodded “no.” Silence.

“How do you say girlfriend in Spanish?” You asked. “Ah,” he giggled. “No, no yo no tengo novia.” I don’t have a girlfriend. He responded. “Novia.” You repeated.

The two of you sat there drinking for some time. Sometimes not believing that somehow the two of you were actually having a meaningful conversation despite the language barrier. As the night came to an end Pedri asked for the tab and payed motioning for you to put your money away. “No, no.” He had said.

The two of you walked out as he asked what direction your car was. You pointed towards the right and he began to walk you. “Aqui.” You said as you reached your car. He walked up to stand right in front of you. “How do you say kiss in German?” He asked. You could feel his breath on you. The warmth of his body now right in front of you. You could smell his cologne that somehow you hadn’t been able to in the bar. And it was intoxicating. You smiled as he leaned in and kissed you.

A few seconds later his lips let go of you and you stood there in front of him dumbfounded. “Kuss.” You whispered.

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri blurb #pedri

[writingforatwistedworld]

Phantom bride event-Player is the last option Pt. 1

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Jack Howl

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, obsession, possessiveness, poison, death, murder

Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no!!!!

There is no way Leona can stay calm during this

First the dead annoyance took your first time wearing clothing for wedding but now you are also endangered to to get fresh-frozen

He was already ready to yeet his lazy self out of the window after that clothing thingy

But now? You? Alone? With her? No one being able to stop her??!

Nu-uh. If that is the case then he will make sure that no one can have you

And I mean that literally because... well... he would rather see you dead than promised to her

So here he is, fuming, imploding from anger and... eerily silent

You would think that he would aim for you now as well but he just stares

Leona knows that he can't escape now so he waits till the deal is done

So once he is free again he will uh... mix the color scheme of the place a bit up

You get me, right?

If he would have been there when this was decided then he would have ripped that stupid crows head off

He would have made sure that you would never set foot into the school until this was over

But no! Someone had to allow you to come! Oh happy day!

Just... try signaling him that this is still a fake proposal. Maybe he will just chop off your legs so you can never get away from him

He would be genuinely offended if she would refuse

Ok, you look horrible. The clothing was just thrown at you and it's not even properly ironed

But... it's you

Perfection in person

His muse

Poisoned apples sadly don't work on ghosts because otherwise he would have given missy one already

Well, she already has the fitting complexion so... mhm...

And yes, he would also be sad and falling into despair if she were to say yes but he is aware, unlike other certain individuals, that this is all an act

Interested in taking on a role in the next film he is in? You could be the Overseer in there! How fitting!

Your acting skills are sufficient enough as he can see

Vil is sad, angry but also happy that you are here

He doesn't show this of course

Sad because, well, he isn't the one who gets proposed to

Angry because Crewel didn't stop you from marching in here

And happy because his beloved came to help him

But be careful with the food he serves you after this. That apple isn't poisoned. Oh no. There was just a certain something added. A certain love potion....

He might be planning your wedding already but he doesn't feel so great about the thought that everyone was turned into a popsicle and you are the only one left

There is no one there to protect you!

If it wouldn't be for the pesky magic holding him in place then he would already be standing between you and her

Jack hates it only being able to watch

50% of his brain is occupied with thoughts about your and his wedding but the other 50% are occupied with how he could protect you if he could

What is the fastest way to rip someone's head off?

And then he would present it to you which would lead to you hugging him and telling him that he is a wonderful fiance and...

Yeah no. No way. All just in his head

But then again, he is raised after Shaftlands logic so... he is throwing a lot of insults at himself

That place is all for reaching better performances and coming closer to your perfection

And now he isn't able to proof himself and protect you in such a situation

Which must mean that he is absolutely useless

But he wouldn't be Jack Howl if he would just stop here

A lot more training

Magic and his body

You might want to stop him before this ends in a tragedy because of him overlooking himself

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere leona #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere vil #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil x reader #yandere jack howl #yandere jack x reader #yandere jack #tw: obsession #tw: possessiveness #tw: violence #tw: poison #tw: death #tw: murder #tw: yandere

[altheasmeadow]

I'm an Idiot

pairing: sunghoon x reader(Eira is a nickname meaning snow)

word count: 869

Warnings: reader is dumb so is Sunghoon

Summary: In which he doesn’t exactly know how to express his feelings, and she happens to overhear him not quite getting what he meant

“I hate that stupid line!”Sunghoon had said this sentence many times, during performances, actually reading over lyrics, even when he's walking and there’s a line he’s not supposed to pass. What he never expected to use the sentence for? The line halting him from moving forward with her, his friend. 

Maybe it was when she walked out of class because the teacher was saying racist comments, since she wasn’t fully Korean and somehow got him fired the next day. Maybe it was when he watched her care for his friends when they were feeling burnt out, having spent hours setting up a huge fort in their common room for them to enjoy a disney marathon. Or maybe it was her. Eira, who is beautiful in every way, Eira who is always herself despite any odds that might be against her.

That led him to his current revelation to his members who were chuckling at his dilemma, they had known for years about his feelings but they didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was so obvious with his loving looks. Well Ni-Ki and Sunoo had nothing against letting him know but Jungwon flicked them in their heads to stifle their giggles better.

“Oh come one!” Jay uttered, taking no one by surprise he was the first one to call anyone out if they were dumb aside from Ni-ki and Sunoo. “The line is almost non-existent.”

“What are you talking about hyung?” Sunghoon asked, looking at Jay who looked exasperated with the clueless boy.

“Are you that dense?” Ni-ki laughed, wondering just how clueless he could be.

“You cuddle all of the time.” Jungwon cut in, pointing his finger at his hyung who tilted his head to the side as if confused as to how that wasn’t normal, “You barely let us touch you.” Jungwon deadpanned in response.

“She borrows your clothes, even when she’d fit better in Jungwon or Sunoo’s” Heeseung grinned, remembering how Sunghoon practically forced his hoodie over her head when she had agreed to spend the night and thrusted a pair of basketball shorts into her hands when Jungwon offered his clothes to her. “And you have a fit when one of us offers her our clothes.”

“She’s my friend not yours.” Sunghoon pouted in response.

“Dude you’re basically in a relationship.” Jay finished off, glancing at Jake and Sunoo who had been suspiciously quiet, Jake looked like he was going to combust while Sunoo looked a bit nervous.

“Hyung.” Sunoo spoke suddenly, drawing all attention to him as he rubbed his fingers together nervously. “Turn around.”

He didn’t, he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply to try and gain his composure before turning to face her.

“Hoon.” her deep voice spoke, it wasn’t unnaturally deep but it was deeper than the average woman, leaving her with an almost natural husk anytime she spoke. Another thing he loved about her.

“How long have you been there?” He wondered as he spun to face her with a nervous smile.

“Since Hee spoke up, are you okay?” She wondered, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable. There’s another. 

“A little embarrassed but I’m okay.” He muttered, gasping as she grabbed his cheeks in her hands.

“Oh Hoon, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I think it’s great you’re opening up to these feelings” She cooed, making his eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Of course, I mean I’m disappointed you didn’t come to me about your crush but I guess I understand.” She shrugged, alarm bells beginning to ring in his head as he took in her expression. There was pain in her eyes masked by a lot of artificial glee, he was confused.

“So you don’t care?” He wondered tilting his head yet again.

“Of course I care! But I know Mirae will take great care of you!” She said, pulling her hands from his cheeks moving to sit next to Jake.

“Wait what?” he asked dumbly, not understanding the turn in motion.

“The makeup artist?” Heeseung asked, looking at the girl in astonishment, like nobody could possibly be dumber.

“Yea! Hoon gave her his hoodie the other day, she gave it to me to give back to him, here by the way.” She smiled, passing the fabric to her friend who was looking at her increduously as he grabbed it.

“Okay you’re both idiots, just confess your love so I can get out of this torturous situation.” Jungwon groaned, throwing his head back on the back of the couch.

“What?” She wondered, it was her turn to tilt her head, a habit she had picked up from Sunghoon.

“He likes you, you like him, sorry noona, you suck at hiding your jealousy. And we’re tired of this.” Ni-Ki said making her head snap towards Sunghoon was still looking at her like she was stupid.

“Are you that big of an idiot or was that your way of rejecting me?” He asked nervously as he narrowed his eyes on her.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Oh thank god!”All of the boys said together before getting up and walking away cheering each other on for their involvement in the plan they had set up two weeks ago.

“What just happened?”

#enhypen x reader #enhypen #enha imagines #enhypen au #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #sunghoon imagines #park sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x reader #kpop imagines #kpop idol x reader #idol x reader #kpop #fanfic #kpop scenarioes #idol imagines

[bambikisss]

XOX, Cupid { PART 2 }

JACKSON WANG X PERFORMER!READER

-> In which you and Jackson decide to show expose your relationship during a duet performance in head in the clouds with Jackson.

A/N: This is a two-part imagine, your stage name is Cupid. Smut is in part one.

Read part one here

PART TWO - DAY OF HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

"We have a major problem!"

You turned around with your dancer, anxiety shooting through your body as your manager rushed over to you, Jackson following.

"Your duet partner that was supposed to sing with you during the third and final set isn't coming."

You gripped your mic pack as hard as you could, asking what your manager meant as if he was playing a sick prank on you. "He caught covid and even though his test came back negative this morning, he isn't coming as he's worried about catching it again." While you understood that it was a good idea, you felt your anxiety spike as you now had no one to perform the song with. You didn't have much time to dwell on it, though, as you were announced to be performing next.

You held your dancers' hands as they lead you to the stairs, helping you onto the stage. You were behind a curtain so fans couldn't see you, and you were glad. You carefully fixed the dress, making short your safety shorts were good before you turned to face the sound crew, Jackson standing by them with a smile on his face. He had just finished performing before it was your turn, shown by him still breathing heavily and still wearing his stage clothes.

He gave you a thumbs up, giving you some much need confidence. Another thing you loved about him; he always seemed to make your life better with a small gesture. As much as you loved the larger ones, the smaller ones always warmed your heart.

You gave the stage crew a thumbs up as you turned to face your dancers, smiling as the curtain dropped to show you, the crowd's cheers becoming deafening as they cheered for you. You turned to face them, shooting them a wink before holding your soft pink mic to your lips, introducing yourself. "Hello Head in the Clouds, it's Cupid!" The crowd cheered as your song began playing, smiling through your first set, which didn't have much choreography, letting you interact with your fans as you sang. You felt surges of energy from the crowd, forgetting all about the problem you had to face later.

That was the thing you loved the most about performing: the fans.

Once you finished the last song in your 4 songs first set, you rushed to do your costume change into this. You didn't have long as your dancers had a dance break to keep the crowd going, but it was only half of one song. Right as you put your glasses on, Jackson was trying to wave you to come closer. You couldn't hear what he was yelling from behind the large curtain, but you knew that fans could see if you ran off the stage from the sides. He ended up telling a dancer that was coming to hand you water, the dancer coming to tell you. "He wants to know what the duet song list is" You were confused as you told her, quickly drinking your water before getting in position to begin the second set.

You were more focused on performing in this set than trying to figure out why Jackson asked that question, as this set had choreography to go with it, not that he cared. He knew how long you waited for the moment. He, however, wasn't going to leave you scrambling and a mess in the last set of your return.

You finished your second set, walking back to the main stage where the staff had wheeled out lots of props for your last set, including a photo booth with a heart on the top, a heart doorway with a pink curtain on it (that was large), among other heart/love themed items and props. You rushed behind the curtains as your pre-recorded voice spoke over the speaker as you read a love poem, giving you some time to change into the third set outfit. You began to panic when you couldn't find the wings that you had picked out for the set, nor the bow set you had.

"Looking for these?" You turned to face Jackson, who was hiding in the photo booth holding your wings and bow with a smirk. You would usually find it cute what he was doing, but not when it was during a performance. You asked what he thought he was doing as you took the items from him, putting the wings on as Jackson held up his mic. "I'm going to sing with you." You looked at him like he was crazy, asking what he was thinking. "You need a duet partner and here I am. I'll make sure we get no gossip from this performance, I swear." He held up his hands. You realized that you, indeed didn't have a duet partner for the set and Jackson was the only option you had, plus the poem was almost over.

You nodded, Jackson smiling as he quickly kissed your cheek as he returned to the photo booth, letting you walk out from the curtain as you sang. "Baby take my hand, I want you to be my husband. Cause you're my iron man and I love you 3000"

You sang as you walked around the stage, singing as you interacted with fans, your voice faltering as you laughed with one fan's sign. You smiled walking back to the photo booth, leaning against it as you moved the curtain, letting Jackson know he could come out. As if the crowd could get any louder, they started screaming when Jackson came out, singing as he handed you a pink rose he had gotten for you. You both walked around the main stage, singing and playing around, feeling comfortable around one another as you sang. At one point, he had reached for your hand to walk with you down the stage but he moved it away, making your heartbreak. You eyed him, holding your hand out as you sang, your boyfriend looking surprised before he covered it with a smile, his hand holding yours as he led you down the stage.

You both were always weary about people finding out about you both dating as you knew that it would be a topic and some fans would come to harass either you or Jackson, which you didn't want. You also knew it would affect Got7, even though the boys had said multiple times that they didn't care. You had kept your relationship in the dark for so long even though you told fans to be proud of who they loved and to show them off to the world. In some ways, you felt like a hypocrite.

A phony.

You snapped back to reality when Mind Games started to play, your hand still with Jacksons as you sang, tightening as you made a decision in your mind. You had fought yourself over the idea of talking about your relationship for so long that it felt like a crime but you didn't care anymore. You knew both of your press teams would but they could be dealt with tomorrow as tonight was about you and him.

You turned to face him, Jackson singing along as you two kept your eyes on one another, the crowd fading as you two sang. As if you two had telepathy, Jackson nodded, his hand moving to your lower back as he led you up the stage again, you both standing in front of the large heart frame curtain, singing the last notes of the song. The fans cheered as you two smiled at one another, Jackson turning to face the crowd once more as if to give you a way out if you changed your mind. When you squeezed his hand once more, he turned to you again, a smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so you were chest to chest before he leaned down to kiss you, the crowd screaming as you both kissed one another. You smirked against his lips, pulling back as he did the small, leading you to go through the curtain, leaving the fans screaming. He led you through backstage, his hand confidently holding yours as you both smiled.

"You know when the fans in Korea how about this it's going to be chaos, right?" You reminded him, your boyfriend nodding as you took out your phone, checking Instagram as you were getting millions of notifications at once. All you did was post a photo of you and Jackson, with the caption "XOX, Cupid." Then tossed your phone into your bag as your boyfriend laughed. "Bad girl." He chuckled into your ear, a smile on both of your faces as he led you to his dressing room, his eyes trained on your ass while his mind was filled with you.

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[lucy90712]

Pedri- Hurt

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests.

wc: 1900+

Playing football professionally is great especially when you are at the top of your game but it's also a lot of pressure as you have to stay in peak physical condition and perform every match. I have been very lucky with these things so far as I haven't really had any big injuries and have managed to work hard and work my way to the Barcelona womens team. To start with it was incredibly stressful and I was just really overwhelmed but then I met my boyfriend Pedri and he really helped me become more confident in my ability and I've not looked back since.

With Pedri also being part of Barcelona we often get to go to training together but usually we aren't able to watch each other play as our matches are at different times and in different places but this weekend our schedules aligned and so Pedri is coming with me to my match. Knowing that he's going to be there has had me even more motivated than usual in training as I love to show him what I can do even though he already knows. When we go to each other's matches we are allowed to travel together as we are both part of the team which I love as I really hate flying so having someone to distract me helps. Pedri is really good at distracting me in general as before a match he will have me laughing instead of sitting in a corner panicking which is quite a feat as usually no one can stop my pre match panic.

Luckily this match wasn't too far so the flight wasn't too long but I still spent the entirety of the flight cuddled up to Pedri while we watched part of a movie. We watched the rest of the movie while on the bus from the airport which is normally when I start to get nervous but today I was still quite relaxed and that's all because I had Pedri with me. Once we had arrived there was still quite a while before the game so we had a lot of time to kill which pretty much always means just laying down together as it's relaxing and means we aren't doing anything that uses too much energy. To keep my brain focused on something other than the match Pedri put on our favourite show as he knows that I'll pay attention to that.

After doing nothing for a few hours it was time for us to head to the stadium but first I had to do my hair as I always find it hard to do when I'm nervous as my hands just don't want to work. I had already changed into the clothes we are supposed to wear into the stadium and was standing in front of the full length mirror trying to braid my hair as that's how I usually wear it during a match. Usually I'm very good at doing my hair as I've been doing it for years but for some reason I was really struggling to get it right today. Pedri watched me do the same part over and over again until he had clearly had enough as he got up and stopped me doing my hair before taking over. I just watched him in awe as I didn't think he would be any good at hair but he did it better than I do sometimes. Once he was done we headed down but along the way I had to ask how he knew what to do and he just told me that he's watched me enough that's he's learnt.

When we reached the stadium Pedri had to leave but I knew I'd get to see him before I go out on the pitch which made me feel a bit better. Like usual we did a warm up as a team before properly getting ready which is when my nerves really started to kick in and I took myself off to a corner like usual to try and calm down. My methods didn't work too well but eventually we left the locker room and Pedri was waiting for me right outside so I went straight over to him and he pulled me into a hug. He held on for a little while before pulling away and letting his hands on my cheeks to get me to look in his eyes.

"You got this love go show them what you're made of" he said

"I will" I replied smiling

"Go on I'll be cheering for you in the stands" he said giving me one last kiss and then left to go and sit down

We got out onto the pitch and before I knew it the game had started but I quickly got into the game and was completely focused on looking for space to run into or who to pass to. My methods seem to work pretty well usually and today they seem to be doing the same as after 20 minutes I got the ball and ended up running all the way to the goal and scoring. When I scored I searched for Pedri in the crowd and when I noticed him he was smiling ear to ear and gave me a thumbs up which filled me with even more motivation. Just after half time it happened again there was a whole lot going on but I got given the ball and had no one else to pass it to so I just went for it and the ball went right past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net. This time I decided to do Pedri's usual celebration seeing as he was watching and plus it will give people something to talk about after the game.

Things were going well after I scored as I got the ball again and was making a run but then I was tackled and the other player completely missed the ball hitting my ankle instead. I heard a pop followed my a sharp pain going from my heel all the way up my leg. Right away I knew it was something serious as I've never felt so much pain in my life especially when I tried to move my ankle it was excruciating. I hate crying about injuries while on the pitch but this time I couldn't help it but I covered my face instead so now one could see. The medics were quickly by my side and asking me where my pain was and trying to assess me. They quickly worked out that I was not going to be able to continue so they helped me get up and walk off the pitch and straight down the tunnel to the physio room so I could have my injury assessed to know the extent of it.

I was laying there on my own for a while until I heard the door open so I looked up to see that it was Pedri not the physio. I tried to offer him a smile but I think it was pretty obvious that I wasn't actually happy and really was in a lot of pain. He came and stood by my side taking hold of my hand and rubbing it gently while he leant down to give me a kiss. With both of us being footballers he knows exactly what it's like to be injured and be worrying about if and when you'll be able to play again so he didn't bother asking me if I was alright because he knew the answer would be no. Instead he just sat by my side and had the game on his phone so I could still see what was going on which I appreciated as it distracted me for the pain.

Eventually the physio came in and did all the usual checks on my ankle as well as some other things before telling me that I'd been very lucky as I'd had a few tears in different muscles but my achilles tendon was ok so my recovery will likely be a few weeks instead of a few months. As much as it was nice to know that my injury wasn't as bad as it could be it didn't make the pain I'm feeling right now any better which is what was taking over most of my thoughts. Sadly the physio didn't do anything other than strap my foot up and give me some crutches so as soon as they left I tried to get up so that me and Pedri could go and get some painkillers.

Just as I was about to grab my crutches Pedri stopped me and instead picked me up bridal style so that I didn't have to walk at all. He first carried me to the locker room so I could get my things and see my team as the match was over now and we had won 2-1. When everyone was ready to go he carried me to the bus which was taking us back to the hotel so we could then go back to the airport and fly back home. Once we reached the hotel Pedri left me to pack while he ran and got some painkillers for me so that I could be at least a little more comfortable on the flight back. The entire flight and then drive back home Pedri kept checking that I was ok and if I needed anything and even when I said that I was fine he still melt an eye in me to make sure I wasn't lying.

When we finally got back home I was exhausted but there was still so many things I had to do before going to bed I mean I didn't even shower after the game so that's definitely top of my priority list. Once we got inside I finally got hold of my crutches and used them to make my way up the stairs to the bathroom which was difficult but I eventually made it only for Pedri to join me in less than a second and rush past me to turn the shower on for me. He helped me get ready and then left me to shower by myself but when I came out he had set clothes out ready for me which made me smile as it was some shorts and one of his hoodies which he wore the other day so I knew it would smell like him.

Once I had changed Pedri came back in the room with some food for the both of us which we ate in bed while watching my favourite film which I have seen a million times but I still love watching. After eating Pedri took the plates back to the kitchen but quickly came back and got into bed with me pulling me close to him straight away so naturally I rested my head on his chest so that I could listen to his heartbeat as I find it calming. We laid there in silence as he stroked my hair and I listened to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat for a while before I began to drift off to sleep so Pedri kissed my cheek and started to whisper in my ear.

“Goodnight my love” he whispered

“Goodnight oh and thank you for taking care of me” I whispered back

“No need to thank me I’ll be taking care of you until you are ready to get back to training anyway” he said

“Thank you” I said just loud enough for him to hear before I let sleep consume me  

#pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagines #pedri imagine

[the-himawari]

A3! Rurikawa Yuki - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Feature (2/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Yuki: (There’s a lot of things about Washimiya that aren’t depicted, so there’s lots of things I want to know about her too.) (Why did she go out of her way to pick a weak team? Why did she become a manager…) …There we go.

*door opens*

Tenma: It looks like you’re done making your costume.

Yuki: I just finished.

Tenma: Hm? Is that… a glove you have in your hand?

Yuki: Yeah. It’s a glove-shaped keychain. I made it from the leftover scraps.

Tenma: Were you thinking about the spin-off performance while you were making that?

Yuki: That’s constantly been on my mind.

Tenma: You might get lost if you think about it too much. It might be better to just go ahead and talk it over with Tsuzuru-san.

Yuki: …So you’re acting like a know-it-all since you just finished yours?

Tenma: What’d you say!? I’m literally trying to help you…

Yuki: Well, I mean… I guess Tenma has a point.

-pause-

Yuki: (Should I meet with Tsuzuru when I get home today? I still haven’t settled on what I’m going to do in the performance…)

Girl: …Ah! It’s the onee-chan from yesterday!

Yuki: Huh? …Ah. Yesterday, with the ball… You look different in your casual clothes. You looked cool in your uniform, but you look cute in your regular fit.

Girl: Really!? Thanks! I know it’s sudden, but I’m glad we bumped into each other! I wanted to thank you again for yesterday. I messed up a lot during yesterday’s practice… But then I was able to do my best after I heard your encouragement. I can’t thank you enough!

Yuki: I see. Well, you’re welcome. Have you been playing baseball for a long time?

Girl: Yeah. I started around second grade. I’ve loved baseball and softball since I was a kid. I’m thinking of joining the softball team when I start junior high.

Yuki: You’re done with baseball?

Girl: There’s a softball player that I admire. I want to be like that person…

Yuki: I see. (…Washimiya must’ve had a choice to stay as a player like this girl.) I’ll be supporting you. Good luck. I’ll give this to you as thanks for sharing your story with me.

Girl: Wow, it’s a glove keychain. How cute! Hold on, was this made by you!?

Yuki: Yep, that’s right.

Girl: That’s amazing! I’m so happy. Thank you! I’ll work hard at practice!

Yuki: Go for it.

-pause-

Yuki: Sorry for the wait.

Tsuzuru: Oh, welcome home. Should we jump right into it?

Yuki: Go ahead.

Tsuzuru: I’ll take requests for things you’d like to do while I’m writing the script. Do you have anything?

Yuki: I have something I want you to write.

Tsuzuru: Oh, what is it?

Yuki: The reason why Washimiya is obsessed with nationals.

Tsuzuru: I see.

Yuki: It seemed to me that Washimiya originally wanted to be a player. But she suppressed those feelings and chose nationals instead… If she wanted to continue as a player, then she also had other options. But for Washimiya, nationals was a stage that was more meaningful to her than that.

Tsuzuru: Rather than staying as a player, huh… Sure, that sounds interesting. It’s a good focus point.

Yuki: I thought a lot about what I wanted to know about Washimiya. But when I thought back to her roots, I guess it lead me there. In any case, I empathized with Washimiya’s “obsession” with nationals in the beginning. However, more than that, I guess I got a big hint from a little baseball player.

Tsuzuru: Oh, really?

Yuki: Yeah. Ah, right. I’ll leave it to you to show Washimiya’s cuteness too.

Tsuzuru: Haha, you got it. Well, you’re the one playing her, so I’m sure you’ll be cute no matter what I write.

Yuki: Obviously.

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[totowlff]

chapter three — a simple equation

➝ starting treatment is not easy for cassie. nausea, headache, fatigue become part of her routine and a person realizes it.

➝ word count: 4,9k

➝ warnings: none

By the end of January, Cassie had taken the first steps towards having a baby.

She had seen her general practitioner, who performed a physical exam, and ordered an entire shopping list of blood tests to check what seemed like a dozen parameters, and gave her a referral and the results to a clinic in Oxford. 

After seeing her regular GP, she called and made an appointment with the clinic, who recommended she start with a fertility assessment, which involved more blood tests, an ultrasound of her uterus and ovaries, and a mock embryo transfer. The clinic also strongly recommended that she see one of their counsellors during her visit for her initial exams, because she was planning on using donor sperm. 

The real first step, though, was filling out forms. Lots of them — what felt like an entire encyclopedia’s worth. Her entire medical history, vaccination records, a questionnaire on what traits she wanted her prospective donor to have, medical releases, financial documents for payment, family history, all of it. 

By the time she was on the exam table in the IVF clinic, waiting as an ultrasound technician prepared some equipment, she felt like her stomach was churning. Her excitement and anticipation had been replaced by nerves as the day of her visit drew closer, but now, lying on an exam table with her feet in stirrups, she found herself wishing that she’d brought someone with her. Even bringing one of her female friends would’ve been better than coming alone — she wanted someone’s hand to hold, someone to talk to her, to distract her. The staff was all very nice, and the clinic was pleasant enough, but there was still something eerily sterile and cold about making a baby this way.

— Take a few deep breaths and relax — the technician said, turning to face Cassie. The technician had a mask on, and Cassie’s legs were draped with a sheet to protect her privacy, but she still felt exposed — You might feel something cold and damp, that’s just the lubricant. Also, you might feel a pressure or fullness, but please let me know if you feel any pain or discomfort.

Cassie did her best to relax as she felt the ultrasound wand pass into her body. It didn’t hurt, but it felt a little strange. She’d had sex before, but this was obviously nothing like that. It felt like a strange sort of pressure, but nothing more than that. 

After a few moments, the technician turned to her.

— I don’t know if you can prop yourself on your elbows, but you can take a look, if you’d like.

Cassie sat up a bit, resting back on her hands, as the technician pointed out things on the black-and-white screen.

— Here is your left ovary… See that big black spot? — the technician said, pointing out certain features of the image. 

— That’s what we call the dominant follicle, which is the egg that matures and gets released when you menstruate. These other smaller spots here are the antral follicles, immature eggs that aren’t quite ready. And your right one — the technician said, shifting the wand a bit — Looks about the same. And then this is your uterus. Good. If you want to lay back down, I’ve got all of the images I need.

— Thank you — Cassie said, settling back down onto the table. The technician withdrew the wand, putting the equipment away. She left Cassie alone in the room, giving her some paper towels to wipe off the residue left between her legs, and giving her a chance to change back into her normal clothes.

“That wasn’t so bad, I guess”, Cassie thought, as she pulled her pants back on.

Next, she met with one of the clinic’s counsellors. They discussed Cassie’s reasons for wanting to have children, how she’d come to the decision to use donor sperm, how selecting donor sperm worked, and the legal implications of parental rights by using donor sperm.

— Now, all of that said, I do have bad news — the counsellor said, after giving a lengthy explanation.

Cassie’s heart sank, and in the pause between the counsellor’s words, she imagined every possible scenario. Maybe she was barren, her ovaries nothing but scar tissue. Maybe they could tell by looking at her and talking to her she’d be a terrible mother. Maybe it was too late, she was already too old, and her reproductive system had already pickled itself, or turned to stone.

— Unfortunately, Britain is… Experiencing a unique situation where we don’t have as ready of a supply of donor sperm as other countries do. There are a few reasons for this, mostly having to do with the laws around donor privacy, and donor compensation. At this time, we don’t have anyone that matches the questionnaire you filled out with your intake forms.

— Oh — Cassie said. She was relieved. It was hard to hear, but at least the issue wasn’t with her — I see.

— So — the counsellor continued — You have a few options. We can start you on hormonal birth control right away, just to get your cycle regulated, and we can wait for someone that matches your profile to become available. We do get new donors in quite a bit, so it may not be that long of a wait. We could also make a second profile with other traits you’d like to see if we get any matches from that. 

Those options didn’t attract Cassie’s attention.

— The last option, of course, is if you do know of someone who would be willing to provide a sample, you would be able to use a known donor. Now, as I said, sperm donors do not have legal parental rights and responsibilities, so if you use a known donor and you, say, want to co-parent, I would recommend working out a legal arrangement to outline the details of that. I’ve known women who have friends they end up co-parenting with, so it’s not unheard of. If you’d like to think about it, though, we don’t have to make any decisions immediately.

Cassie left the clinic without deciding anything. 

There were advantages and drawbacks to each option she was given, save for the third — she couldn’t even begin to think of any man she’d be comfortable enough to ask to become the father of her child, but not in a legal or emotional sense.

But she did take the counsellor’s advice and left with a prescription for birth control pills. That way, if a donor became available, she wouldn’t have to wait for her cycle to regulate itself by starting the pills just beforehand. She would have to wait a few days for the results of her exams to come back to determine if she would even be able to successfully conceive and carry a child through IVF. She would start the medication once getting the all-clear.

A few days later, Cassie got the results from all of the testing. Everything looked great. Her hormone levels, her follicle count, and uterine exam were all perfect. She didn’t have any fibroids or cysts, or anything else that might cause issues with the process. It was a relief.

She started taking her pills that day, and hoped that it wouldn’t take too long to move on to the next steps.

After a few days, she really hoped the process would move quickly, because the birth control pills were making her absolutely miserable. She’d taken birth control when she was younger — in university, mostly, but it must have been a different kind or dosage, because she didn’t remember feeling as bad as the ones she was just prescribed made her feel.

She had a constant headache, she felt bloated and nauseous. She was exhausted, and she felt like her brain was encased in gelatine. Her breasts were tender and sensitive, and she felt ready to cry at the slightest provocation. She tried to take it all in stride, though, because from what she read, pregnancy would be even worse.

Even so, the exhaustion and her headache made trying to sit through meetings difficult, especially their team’s weekly meeting with Toto. 

As Victoria, her boss and the head of marketing operations, and Toto discussed marketing strategy ahead of pre-season testing, Cassie rested her head on her hand, trying to focus, but she was distracted. Her head felt like it was filled with television static. She tried to regain focus by trying to remember what was being served for lunch in the employee canteen that day, but she had absolutely no appetite because of how nauseous she felt.

“I guess I’ll go downstairs and get some tea after this meeting”, she thought. The coffee counter had a nice lemon ginger tea that would probably do a world of good for her stomach. 

As soon as Victoria wrapped up the meeting, Cassie bolted from the conference room, walking quickly down the upstairs hallway toward the stairwell. 

— Cassie, wait! — she heard at her back.

Cassie stopped and turned around to see Toto striding after her, closing the distance between them quickly with his long legs.

— Are you feeling okay? — he asked, when he got close — You look a bit… Out of sorts. And during the meeting you weren’t as… Talkative as you normally are.

She glanced at his face. He had that worried expression of his again. She hated when Toto looked at her like that, because he could always tell when something was bothering her, or when she felt off. They’d grown very close and comfortable with each other over the past three years of their little weekly chats in the coffee shop, but it still made her feel strangely exposed.

— I’m alright. Just tired. I started on a new medication and… Some of the side effects aren’t pleasant.

— Medication? — he said, arching his eyebrow — Are you ill? Is everything okay? Do you need to go home and rest?

Cassie sighed.

— No, it’s not anything like that, it’s… Well, not something I’d like to discuss in the middle of the hallway, but…

— Well, we can go talk about it over coffee, if you’d like?

— I — Cassie stammered. 

— Or is something you’re not comfortable discussing with me?

— It’s… Well, it’s not that, it’s just… It’s something pretty… I just don’t know if I want to discuss it in the middle of the office coffee shop — Cassie said, looking away from Toto’s face.

— Well, we can discuss it in my office, if you’d like? I can go downstairs and get you a drink, if you want to wait for me there.

— Oh. Yes, we can do that. Um… No coffee today, I’ll have a lemon ginger tea if they have it. Peppermint, if they don’t. No milk or sugar. Please and thank you.

Toto smiled.

— I’ll be right back, then. My office door should be unlocked, go ahead and make yourself comfortable.

Cassie turned back around and headed to Toto’s office. As promised, the door wasn’t locked, so she let herself in. She felt a little strange walking in alone and seemingly uninvited, and it earned her some strange glances from some of her coworkers as they passed by. She thought Toto had an interesting notion of privacy, given that three of the four walls of his office were made of glass, giving the impression that he worked in a fishbowl, but at least nobody would be able to hear them talking. 

Like most offices, his had a desk. It was made of light wood, but it was unassuming and not imposing and imperious like the desk that her father had in his office. It was also sleek and modern looking, more of a table instead of a desk. There was a glass coffee table with two modern-looking armchairs, and a small table with four rolling chairs. 

The walls were also lined with shelves that displayed various mementos and awards, helmets given to him by drivers, a few framed photographs, and a few trophies, including the F1 World Constructors Trophy. All of it, of course, was neatly arranged, and his office was spotlessly clean and modern-looking. He didn’t even have a computer on his desk — he preferred to use an iPad for work, and he had a laptop for when that would not suffice, not wanting the clutter of having a proper desktop computer.

She decided one of the armchairs would probably be the most comfortable place to have their conversation. 

Cassie didn’t have to wait long until Toto returned, carrying two cardboard coffee cups with him. He set one of them in front of her, placing a sachet with a teabag on top of the lid. 

— I wasn’t sure how strong you wanted your tea, so I just had the barista give me the bag. I hope that’s okay. They had the lemon ginger, though!

— Perfect, thank you — Cassie said, carefully taking the lid off of the coffee cup and setting the open tea bag inside to allow it to steep. 

— So — Toto said, settling carefully down in the other armchair. He leaned forward a little, putting his elbows on his knees — Tell me, what’s happening? Is everything okay?

— Ah… Yes. So, I told you I started some new medication, and… Well, they’re birth control pills. Some of them can have fairly harsh side effects for some women, I think, and these ones just happen to not agree with me, I suppose.

Ordinarily, Cassie would feel strange sharing this sort of information with a coworker, especially a male coworker. Especially if that male coworker was her boss, but she and Toto had developed a fairly close, even casual relationship over the past three years. She couldn’t really explain how or why things had progressed the way they had, but Toto had a way of making her feel comfortable about opening up to him in a way she didn’t feel with anybody else. 

She could talk to her sister about some things, but was often afraid of her reaction, or that she might accidentally let something slip to their parents. She could talk to Sybil about things, too, but she knew that she and Sabine were busy, and didn’t want to always bother the two of them with her little insanities.

It didn’t help that Toto would make that expression of his — that face he made when he was worried about something. The way his dark brown eyes went soft, the way his eyebrows pinched together and raised at the same time, and the way his mouth formed into a sort of stretched half-frown. It was a look of pure concern, looking at her like she was someone worth caring for. It was an expression that nobody in her immediate family had ever given her, that she could remember. 

She didn’t know why, but that expression of his could melt away every last bit of Cassie’s resolve. That expression of his could get her to tell him state secrets, if she knew any. It was a good thing she didn’t work for MI:5. 

And the worst part was that she knew he wasn’t doing it intentionally or maliciously, intending to manipulate her, because he didn’t even know he was doing it. 

She teased him about it once, telling him not to make “that face”, when she told him about an incident from boarding school, where she and her classmates dared each other to go stand on some ice on a frozen pond near their school during one particularly cold winter. Cassie, as a child, was an unfortunate combination of overly cautious, yet easily goaded into things. She obviously fell through the too-thin ice when she was dared by the other girls to try to walk on top of it. The water was not deep, so she simply stood back up and walked back out of the water, but nearly froze on the way back to her rooms, earning herself an earful from her housemother. 

Cassie was sitting in front of him, more than two decades later, obviously unharmed, his face showing how worried he was, even about Cassie from the distant past. It was just the kind of person he was.

Toto cocked his eyebrow.

— I suppose that is fairly personal. Does that mean that you’ve started seeing someone?

— Uh, well — Cassie said, shifting a little — No. I’m not. But, I’ve decided that I would like to have… A baby. I didn’t think I wanted kids at all growing up, but I've come to the realization recently that I did. I think all along, I just didn’t want to give my parents something they were expecting from me. I started thinking about it, and realized that, biologically, I’m a bit short on time at the ripe old age of thirty-five, and I don’t really have the luxury of waiting to meet someone.

Cassie had previously been spare in her details about her family life when talking to Toto, only telling him that she and her parents were not close, and did not have a good relationship.

— Oh. But — Toto’s brow furrowed — But you said you’re not seeing someone, so, how does that work?

— Well, I’m going through a fertility clinic. With… A donor. Basically, they give me medication that makes me release a bunch of eggs at once, the clinic collects them and fertilizes them with a donor, um, sample, and they put the fertilized egg back, and hope it takes.

— So, why the birth control?

— Well, they need your cycle to be regulated, because they need to know when to start the process. It seems counter-intuitive, but birth control pills make everything predictable and put you on a sort of schedule. They also have the possibility of making you feel like shit. Pardon my language.

— So, you’re going to raise a baby… All alone? — he asked. 

— Well… Yeah. I mean, I’ve gone on a few dates lately, but not a single one of them has gone well. It seems like every man I’ve met has expressed that, should the two of us get together, I would be the one to drop my career to stay at home and take care of the house and children, which is exactly what my parents wanted me to do. I very intentionally have avoided becoming trapped in that kind of life, because I know it would make me miserable, but it’s not the idea of having children that sounds miserable, it’s the idea of being stuck at home, being a mother and a wife and nothing more. 

He nodded.

— Actually, I think having my own little family sounds amazing, especially because my own family life was so… Terrible. And it’s something to give my time outside of work, I don’t know, some sort of meaning, some sort of purpose. I know taking up a new hobby or adopting a pet is probably easier, but I'm so tired of coming home to a dark, empty flat every night when most of my friends are busy with their own children and families.

Cassie was looking at the gray carpet in Toto’s office, preferring not to look him in the eye as she poured her heart out to him. 

— Can I ask you something? — Toto said, softly. Cassie picked her head up, looking into Toto’s face again. He had an expression she couldn’t place, maybe a bit worried, but more… Sad.

— Yes?

— Can I be… Your donor?

Cassie blinked. Surely she hadn’t heard him correctly. 

— I’m… Sorry?

— I don’t really know how it works, but if you haven’t… Picked someone yet, can I, um… Help you with this?

Cassie felt like she must have been hallucinating. There was a faint ringing in her ears, and she felt like all of the blood in her body had left it, leaving her very briefly with the feeling that she was dissociating, her consciousness splitting from her physical form, until she was able to snap out of it, leaving her feeling like she’d been hit by a train. All within a split second. She was speechless.

There was no possible way that her boss had just offered to donate his sperm to her cause of having a baby. 

— I… What? You — she stammered, her eyes wide with shock.

— I know it sounds crazy, and probably even very… Forward of me, but I have a lot of good reasons. At least, I think so. Please, just give me a few minutes to explain.

— Um… Okay…

— I’ve been single for a long time myself, just because of how hectic my schedule got when I was trying to build my businesses. And then, I got involved with motorsport, first with DTM in Germany, then with Williams, and then here. It’s a lot of time away from home, a lot of traveling. The last woman I dated seriously broke it off with me because I was never home. I’ve gone on a date or two here and there in the last few years, but everyone meets on these dating apps now, and I don’t like them. And while I don’t necessarily have the issue of… How do I say this? My age limiting my reproductive years, there’s not a lot of women willing to have someone as old as I am to be the father of their child.

— I don’t think you’re old — Cassie mumbled. 

Toto chuckled.

— Well, thank you for that. Anyway, you know I have a sister, and she has three sons. I love visiting them, because it’s very nice to be around children. They’re so young, and full of energy, it’s infectious. I love going to visit, but they live in Vienna, and aside from winter breaks and summer shutdown, it’s hard to make time to see them. But, they make me wonder what it would be like if I had children of my own, and I can’t help but feeling like there’s something… Missing.

Cassie nodded. It was how she felt about her own nephew, Helena’s son. 

— And lastly, I know I’ve mentioned before that my father passed away when I was young. He had brain cancer, and my parents divorced before he died, I think because his personality changed so much. It was so hard to watch him change into someone I barely recognized, and deteriorate eventually, to the point where his death was honestly a mercy.

A lump was starting to form in Cassie’s throat as she listened to him.

— And so, my mother raised my sister and I as a single parent. She was an anesthesiologist at the public hospital in Vienna. She didn’t make much in her position, not as much as she would have working in a private hospital, but those jobs were hard to come by, and she had a lot of circumstances against her, you know, as an immigrant from Poland. 

She nodded.

— So, she had to work a lot of long days to be able to keep a roof over our heads, to keep us fed and clothed, and to make sure we could stay in school. My sister and I went to the French school in Vienna, and she didn’t want us to have to start all over after my father couldn’t work any more, but the tuition was quite expensive. It’s not quite the same situation, but hearing how you are planning on working and raising a child on your own… I know it’s possible, and I know a lot of women don’t have a choice, my mother certainly didn’t, but if you don’t have at least someone to help, your child might end up living a very… Solitary childhood, like I did. 

Cassie felt something heavy in her chest.

— There were days I hardly ever saw my mother. She was already on her way to work before we left for school some days, so I had to make sure my sister and I got there ourselves, and had to make sure we both got home. She’d come home, rather late, and make dinner, but she was often too worn out to spend time with us. Maybe some kids cope with it better than I did, but I wouldn’t want any child to have to go through that.

He paused for a moment, trying to collect himself, as some emotion started creeping into his voice, causing it to waver a bit.

— It just seems like a simple equation, no? You want a child. I want a child. We both are on good terms with each other, we work well together. I know raising a child together is not quite the same as working together. But, we don’t have to… Be together, or anything. I’m certainly not going to insist we get into a relationship, at least beyond co-parenting, but when you talked about coming home to a dark and empty flat most nights… That’s how I feel, at least, when I’m not on the road.

Now, Toto was gazing at the carpet, like he didn’t want to meet Cassie’s eyes. It was a good thing, because her eyes were wet, like she was going to cry.

The circumstances of each of their childhoods couldn’t have been more different; Cassie’s family was wealthy and well-connected. She wanted for little in the way of material desires as a child, and her parents were married to this day. But, they shipped her to boarding school as soon as they could, and she didn’t speak to them any more. Toto lost one parent to cancer, which left his mother to try to hold things together, at the expense of her relationship with her children. But, the end result was the same. 

They had both felt alone as children, and now, both of them wanted a child in the hopes of being able to heal that pain, and they both wanted to give a child a better family life than each of them had. 

Inevitably, the details of co-parenting would be complex, and would need to be discussed. Legal documents would need to be drawn up, because, as the counsellor at the clinic noted, even known donors don’t get parental rights by default. But the core of their desires were simple, and mutual: they both wanted a child to love and nurture in a way that neither of them felt that they were loved and nurtured. 

Cassie sighed deeply. She didn’t want to make a decision either way that she would come to regret later, but Toto’s story moved her.

— Do you mind if I think about it? — she said — Maybe for a few days? It’s a big decision, and I just want to weigh all of my options.

Toto lifted his head up, taking both of Cassie’s hands in his, giving one of them a gentle squeeze. He had a small smile. 

— Of course. Please. Take all the time you need. And… Thank you.

Cassie got up, still holding her cup of tea, and said goodbye to Toto, leaving his office in silence.

If she expected to get anything done the rest of the day, she was mistaken. Toto's words wouldn't get out of her head.

“Can I be your donor?”, she heard his voice repeat, her eyes lost on her computer wallpaper, a picture of the team the day they won their third Constructors' title. Toto was standing behind one of the pit boards, smiling broadly. His nose crinkled in a certain way whenever he was smiling or laughing, when he was earnestly happy. He was indeed happy that day. Picking up her cup of tea, she took a sip of the warm brew, deep in thought.

“Can I be your donor?”

Cassie came home from work a little tired. Dropping her purse on the chest of drawers just inside the door of her apartment, she headed straight for the bathroom to take a shower. After she finished, she felt a little better, the cool water reviving her a bit. She was still wrapped in a towel when she saw that there was a notification on her phone.

A message from Toto.

Swallowing hard, Cassie unlocked the screen and opened WhatsApp, clicking on his name.

The message was simple, just three words.

“For your consideration”.

Below the text, there were some images that were waiting to be downloaded. She touched the first one and, after a few seconds, a picture of a baby appeared on her screen. It didn't take her more than a second to realize that it was Toto as a baby. The expressive, dark eyes, round cheeks and unruly light hair, that must have darkened with time, was enough for her to realize it.

There was another picture under it, this time of him as a boy. In the photo, he was making an expression that Cassie saw quite often, with one of his eyebrows quirked, as if someone asked him a question he didn’t understand. Cassie laughed when she realized he hadn’t changed a bit.

There were other pictures, all of them of him at different ages and situations and with one common characteristic.

He had been adorable then, and he was incredibly handsome now. 

“Can I be your donor?”, he asked again in the back of her mind.

The answer was on the tip of her tongue.

She opened his name in her phone’s contacts and tapped his number.

— Hi — she said, relieved he answered quickly, before she could lose her nerve — Can you meet me on Saturday at Society Cafe? Yes, on St. Michael’s, across from the Three Goats’ Heads. Maybe 1pm? Great. I’ll see you then.

She hung up and flopped onto her bed, letting her towel go loose. She closed her eyes, and saw Toto’s face, the way he looked when they were talking earlier.

“Can I be your donor?”, he said.

She tried to imagine what he would look like on Saturday, when she told him “yes”. 

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Did they believe in Santa?:

Yes, he did ! Tooru would make sure there was milk and cookies for Santa every Christmas, and would leave a handwritten note for him as well with little doodles on it ! ‘I wish for a new volleyball so Iwa-chan and I can play!’ and there would be stick figures of him and Hajime weljnweljf Tooru’s mother and big sis thought it was the cutest thing ever.

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?:

Rock kid because he used to give Hajime pretty rocks he’d find on the ground because Iwaizumi means “rock” so lil Tooru naturally assumed he would like them ahahaha

Bugs or slimy critters?:

Tooru doesn’t like either !! He used to burst into tears and freeze up whenever Hajime stuck a bug on him for fun. As he got older, they don’t scare him to that extent anymore but whenever there’s a spider in the house, he’d still call Hajime over to catch it.

Do they fidget? How?:

Tooru fidgets with his hands and makes motions with them when he’s restless before a volleyball match or for the next set of the match. His face is always serious and composed but if he’s up against a difficult team, he can be seen fumbling around with his hands. Outside of volleyball, if he’s nervous about something he’ll shift his weight from leg to leg or twirl a finger in his bangs. When he first wears skirts, he’d unconsciously keep running his hands down the fabric to adjust it even if it looks fine.

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?:

Tooru was a really sweet and well-behaved child and would pick flowers from the school garden to give to his teachers. They found it very cute but would have to gently tell him why he shouldn’t do that. He can also be very loud when he’s his cheerful self so a teacher might have to shush him every now and then.

What underwear do they like?:

Briefs / boxer briefs ! Tooru’s the type to have silly underwear too and I wouldn’t put it past him to have glow in the dark + space themed undies 🤣

Designs on clothing or no?:

Oh yes !! He’s very stylish so he likes all types of clothing, with designs or plain !

Birthmarks?:

Tooru doesn’t have any birthmarks, the only blemish he has on his skin are the self-harm scars along his right hip. During timeskip, he gains some stretch marks along his inner thighs which he gets a little insecure about !

Do they have good self control?:

In middle school, no. Tooru’s very emotional and insecure with himself and his skills at this time in his life. He overworked himself to the core and would not stop until Hajime would forcefully get him to, in which he’d get upset at his best friend and there would be many emotional outbursts. In high school, his self control is much better. He’d take breaks and properly rest his body but some of his harmful tendencies are still hard to curb.

Favorite franchise?:

Star Wars and Star Trek (even tho I know nothing about sci-fi media oOP)

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?:

Tooru re-enact the day’s matches and plays in his head whilst in the shower. He’s always thinking about how to improve himself and his team, and what he could have done better or which toss he should have gave instead for a different result.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?:

He does with a smile and he’s very polite about it !

Stairs or elevator?:

No preference, but he typically opts for the stairs since taking them is usually faster than waiting for the elevator.

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?:

Absolutely ! Tooru knows how to charm and perform, plus it makes the story all the more interesting. On top of that, he’s a very animated speaker and uses his arms/body for emphasis while his tone fluctuates to add more dramatics to any story he tells.

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tagging: @kisumshi, @aerael, @multianime, @mymanymerrymuses, @prudenze, @msby15​ !!

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Ann the Ponygirl

Ann waited patiently for the Russian Woman to get into the pony cart.  This was the third time in recent days that the Russian Woman chose Ann to be her pony girl.  The stable hands were preparing another girl, Ann thought her name was Belinda, and younger redhead, for one of the other Mistresses, a Turkish Woman.  And a third pony girl, a brunette, also younger than Ann, to pull a wagon.  These two women were going on a picnic.

Ann was not looking forward to this ride.  Well Ann did not look forward to any rides, but this Russian Woman had used Ann other times during her stay, and Ann knew from experience that She liked to use the whip on Ann, just to make Ann scream.

Ann knew, because of the pony cart with the supplies this would be a longer ride on the island.  And that the women were going on a picnic.  Ann also knew there would be water and gruel for the ponies.  But if they wanted to have a taste of real food, they would have to preform for these women.  Usually that meant licking these women’s pussies and asses, but in could include performing with or against the other pony girls.

Ann hated that she would do anything for a taste of real food, no matter how degrading it was, or how cruel she would need to be to the other pony girl slaves.  But they would be equally cruel to her given the chance.   It still amazed Ann, they could try and comfort each other in their stalls at night and do unspeakable things to each other to curry favor with their Owners or for the slightest benefit, like real food, or being taken to a bed.

Ann hated her current life.

Ann hated what had happened to her.  Two years ago, while training for a 10K, Ann was kidnapped.  Ann was out for an early morning run.  She was turning a corner near a deserted end of the park, when she almost ran into a parked van.

In quick succession, Ann blamed kids “parking” for the break in her rhythm, when the van’s door slide open and several hands grabbed Ann and pulled her inside.

It took a minute for it to dawn on Ann what was happening.  Ann tried to scream, but the minute she opened her mouth a ball was jammed in it, effectively silencing her.

Ann could feel the van start to drive off, as she felt cuffs snap on her wrists.  Ann struggled trying to escape, trying to scream through the gag, but the cuffs held.  And soon a knife was placed against her throat with a voice telling her she’d better behave.

Ann looked around the van and saw four women.  They were all older and quite tough looking, lots of tattoos and leather.  But Ann’s vision was suddenly gone as a blindfold was put over her eyes.

“Let’s get it stripped,” said one, “let’s see what we got here.”

Ann noticed, through her terror, they referred to her as “it.”

Off came Ann’s shoes and socks.  Then Ann felt the knife slicing her clothes off.    Ann wasn’t wearing much; running shorts, a tank top and a sports bra and panties.

Apparently one of the other women took her phone and found her Drivers License, the credit card Ann ran with, (in case of emergencies – a lot of good it did now), a $20 dollar bill and her house key.

Ann heard one of them laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Based on what we saw, we thought we was getting a young thing, turns out it’s 36,” now they all laughed.

“Well, it does got a killer body, all that running I guess.”

“And no tats, its new owner will like that.”

“Owner?” Ann thought, what did that mean?

“mmmmmppphhhh” said Ann, trying to get someone’s attention.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Ann screamed into the gag as her pussy was slapped with something.

“Quiet bitch,” one of the voices said.  “No one wants to hear from a slave.”

Ann sobbed softly as she continued to listen to the women discuss her fate.

“We have two weeks until the buyer comes through,” one said.

“What do we want to get done before that?” Another voice asked.

“We’ll get this done first, since we have the time,” Ann felt a hand pulled Ann’s pubic hair.

Ann screamed into her gag again, and pulled away.

Suddenly Ann’s pussy exploded in pain.  Ann didn’t know what hit her, but if she wasn’t blindfolded, Ann would have seen the Taser.

Another hand grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.  “I said ‘QUIET BITCH,’” the woman shouted.  “Do you want us to hurt you?  We don’t mind.”

Ann shook her head vigorously.

“Aw right.” The woman said.

Ann passed the rest of the trip in silence.   Ann grew more terrified as she heard the women talk about her and her fate.

Apparently Ann was kidnapped by a biker gang that procure women for an underground slave trade.  Ann discovered that they usually targeted younger women, so her kidnappers didn’t know how much Ann would bring.   Ann was shocked being talked about as if she was a commodity, a product, not a person.  

They speculated that Ann might make a good pony girl, not that Ann knew what a pony girls was.

Ann spent the next two weeks with a metal collar around her neck, mostly blindfolded and cuffed.  Ann was forced to have all the hair below her neck permanently removed.  She was feed little and was forced to provide sexual service to her captors.  She was teased and tormented.  Slapped for talking.  Plus she was not allowed to rest very much.  

Plus the punishment.  While they had told her they didn’t want her marked, so that when they sold her, they could get top dollar, they assured Ann they knew how to hurt a woman without leaving a mark.  And they were true to their word.  Mainly it involved electric shocks to Ann’s most sensitive places.  Riding crops were good as well.  Mostly, this was to promote proper slave behavior, as they called it, but sometimes it was just because they could.

Finally, one day they came for Ann, and rather than continue training, they took her to, what might loosely be called a spa.  Actually it was just out of the basement/dungeon where she had been kept since her abduction.

Ann was made to stand with her hands behind her neck for a humiliating examination and discussion of what they were going to do to her to get her ready to sell.  They checked her out to make sure there were no bruises of cuts, they checked to make sure no hair was growing below her neck.  The electrolysis woman was there for any touch ups.

But after that Ann was chained and blindfolded and taken to a van.  Ann had no idea of time anymore.  Her captivity and torture and training had been almost 24/7 so she did not know if it was day or night.  But when she was taken from the van, she was led to another room.  Here it actually did look like a spa.  There was a shower and several salon type chairs.  

Ann was shocked (maybe she shouldn’t have been) to see two other girls with collars being prepared.

“What’s going to happen to me?” asked Ann softly, knowing what might happen.

And it did happen.  An electric prod to her clit caused Ann to scream and buckle over.  Although she did notice, no one paid any attention.  Screaming slave girls were not an unusual site.

“Firstly, you WILL address all free women as Mistress, understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” said Ann.

“But you ain’t been too bad a slave, go head and ask.”

“What will happen to me?” Ann asked.

“Don’t rightly know.  What I do know is that there’s a woman, an Oriental woman, who buys girls from us.  She comes though about twice a year and we has one or two each time.  She said once, slave are sent overseas.  And that her customers like America girls.  Guess based on all the stuff we’ve done who knows.  All we know is she pays well.”

While she was talking to Ann, she was removing Ann’s chains and collar.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up, insides first,”  and then the biker laughed.

Ann was taken to a padded bench and bent over.

“It’s easier if we don’t have to tie you down, but that’s up to you,” she said.  While she was doing this Ann saw another woman preparing an enema.  Soon a nozzle went into Ann’s ass. 

“This will clean you out.”

Ann began to whimper.

“Alright, hold it now.”

The nozzle was removed and something went into Ann’s butt.

Ann started to cramp up.  She was in a lot of discomfort.  Ann was whining and grunting as the enema did its work.  Shortly, the enema woman grabbed Ann’s hair and led her to a drain over in the shower.  Ann was stooped over as the cramps were really painful now.

After Ann was positioned over the drain, still straining from the cramps, enema woman said, “I’m gonna pull the butt plug out, and you’d better hold it in for one minute…”  While another woman pressed the button on a cattle prod causing it to spark.

The plug came out.  Ann squeezed her cheeks tight trying to hold in the liquid.  Between the exertion and the pain, Ann thought she’d pass out.

“15 seconds.”

Ann squeezed tighter.

“30 seconds.”

Finally Ann could take no more.  She released the liquid and collapsed to the floor.  She the immediately looked at the woman with the cattle prod with fear in her eyes.  But the two women were just laughing.  They got off on humiliating these poor helpless victim.

Another naked biker, Ann thought it was a biker as she was older, not in great shape with a ton of tattoos, grabbed Ann’s arm and took her to a warm shower, where she washed Ann thoroughly.  Actually the old biker was relatively gentle.  She washed and conditioned Ann’s blonde hair.  She used a loofah on Ann so her skin glowed. 

Ann’s hair was then styled and she was made up.  In the end, Ann was amazed at how beautiful she looked.   The last thing added was a collar around Ann’s neck.

Finally Ann was marched to another room.  There were three other girls all like Ann, white, beautifully presented and completely bald below the neck.  Ann noticed they were all in their early 20s.  All looked as scared as Ann felt.

Finally, one of the bikers spoke, “Slaves, yes, that’s what you are now…”  The girls all whimpered, but no one said anything.

“…there is a woman coming tonight to buy you.  She had better buy all four of you.  Anyone she decides not to buy will stay here with us.  You will have cost us money.  We don’t like to be cheated.”

If the four slaves were scared before, their fear was getting worse.

“She will examine you.  You will NOT say a word.  You WILL allow her to touch you as she wants.  If she buys you, you will leave tonight, off to god knows where, but you will be alive.  If you displease her and she does not buy you, well, you’ll be the guest of honor at our next torture party.”

The biker walked past all the slaves.  

Another biker came in and whispered to the leader, “She’s here.”

The leader turned to the slaves and ordered, “Stand up straight, spread your legs, interlace your fingers behind your neck and NOT ONE FUCKING WORD.   Your lives depend on it.”

All four slave did as ordered.

An older Oriental woman came through the door, along with several large Oriental body guards.  She exchanged pleasantries with the biker leader.  Then they came to examine the slaves.

Ann could not think of anything more degrading than what these four innocent white girls were going through.  The old Oriental crone, which is how Ann thought of her, used latex gloves to poke and prod her most intimate places.  

Burned into Ann’s memory was the way they discussed her.   The crone was disappointed that she was offered such a used woman.  Girls in their 20s were her preferred product.  The biker countered that they thought Ann was that young when they acquired (they used that word “acquired” Ann thought, like she was a piece of property) her, given her looks, that Ann was in her 20s (Ann wondered if they thought she would be flattered).  The biker went on, Ann was gay so that should save some training, and she definitely was in shape.

Now Ann started to panic.  She still hated the thought of being sold, but it now appeared that she might not be and that meant a worse fate.

In the end the crone agreed to buy all four.

She said to her crew, “Get them ready for shipment.”   The younger oriental women moved on the four slaves.  And the four slaves, seemingly at once broke down in tears, knowing what had just happened to them.

Getting them ready, as far as the new slaves knew ended with a shot that  knocked them out.  They woke up later in a prison, each in a cell somewhere very hot.  Ann recognized one of the girls she was sold with, but in this dungeon there were about 20 white girls. They were not here more than a couple of days, although without seeing the sun or any clocks, Ann had lost track of time.  The girls were able to talk quietly when the guards were not close.  Apparently most of the women were from the US although there were a couple of British girls. 

This time Ann’s tormentors were all Black Women.  Soon they were prepped again, cleaned up and made up and paraded around a small stage on a leash.  Ann noticed that there was an audience and cameras.  Apparently her sale now was global.  And Ann was sold again.  The first time Ann was sold, right after her kidnapping she was angry and scared, now she was just scared.  Apparently, it was easier to believe she could be sold as a slave when it happened more than once.  Ann also figured now there was no hope for rescue.

Ann was sent to a small island.  She didn’t know where, although the weather told her it was near the equator.  Her new owner, was an imperious looking Black woman and the owner of a resort that seemed to be women only.  Ann was told she was to be trained as a pony girl.  This was something that Ann, at the time new nothing about.  Most of the guests were women of color, but there were some white women.  Mainly from Eastern Europe or Russia, and they seemed to have criminal affiliations.

That was two (?) years ago.  Without the change of seasons it was hard to tell.  Ann gauged time by the comings and goings of the guest at the resort.  Through listening to then talk about their travels and how often they came to the resort and how often Ann saw them she thought two years might have passed.

Ann’s life was pulling a pony cart during the day and if needed, she was cleaned up and escorted to a guest’s room of personal use.  This was sometimes gentle but often cruel and painful.  If she wasn’t chosen, she spent the night in her stall in the barn chained to a wall.

Ann had long ago given up dreams of freedom or rescue.  Now she just tried to avoid punishment and get what little relief or benefit she could, like human food or a real bed whenever possible.  

Just when Ann and the other slaves thought things could not get worse, the Mistresses, that is how the slave were instructed to refer to the free women, devised some new humiliation.  The first humiliation occurred upon arrival.  When Ann was informed that she was now and forever a pony girl, Mistress had her branded with the resorts logo.  

Ann felt like that was when she was truly broken to slavery.  She was branded like a piece of livestock, like an animal.  Ann knew she was no longer a person.  

But recently another humiliation.  The resort, though seemingly the only occupant of the island had guards and guard dogs.  One day one of the guards let one of the dogs get loose near the stables.  The guard was worried it would get in with one of the pony girls or hucows and kill them.  The guard was half right.  It got into the pony girls’ stalls, Ann’s stall to be precise.  

But instead of killing Ann, the dog, a Rottweiler, had other ideas.  Ann had just come back from being the toy for an Indian woman and while Ann was not given an orgasm, Ann was teased and denied. So Ann smelled of sex.  The Rottweiler got this scent.  And instead of attacking, knocked Ann down and used his teeth a paws to get a screaming and crying Ann into position. And then the Rottweiler bred Ann. 

And it was not gentle.  The Rottweiler’s cock was 10 inches and thicker than anything Ann had ever been fucked with before.  The saving grace was that Ann was wet from her rendezvous, because dog plunged right in.  Ann tried to crawl away, but the dog got Ann by the neck with his teeth and Ann froze.

The guard caught up with the Rottweiler, but not in time to stop the assault.  So she just watched and laugh.  Ann thought she made some comments about animals just rutting about.

The dog knotted Ann.  Ann was not expecting that and let out another howl of pain.

Finally the dog attack was over, the knot shrunk and the dog pulled out.  Ann collapsed on her stall floor sobbing from the attack.  The dog returned to the guard.

The next day the Mistresses gathered in the evening, the Russian woman had Ann for the evening, but before the guests and slaves retired, the owner announced a special show.  Then, there on the big screen was a video of Ann’s dog attack.  Ann was humiliated as the Mistresses joked and egged the dog on.  The slaves were scared, and they were right to be, as the dogs were now given a slave girl for the Mistress’ entertainment or the slaves punishment, on a regular basis.

That night the Russian woman took Ann from behind and made Ann bark like a dog the whole time.  Knowing that Ann was her pony for the next day’s picnic.

The lot of a slave never got easier.  Ann did not no how long she could endure this life or would have to endure this life.

#slave ann

[rosietrace]

so the Valentine’s day event..😳😳😳

I’m sorry to pile up more work for u but I would like to see a one shot of Juvia x Nyx! Platonic or Romantic is fine! I just wanna see them 😈

Ily Rosie take ur time pookie don’t stress urself out🫶🏻 💞💞

I love this ship so much 😈 Mitch and Deuce better watch out also jokes on you Jas, I ALWAYS stress myself out /j

Lovely siren

Event: Rosie's 2023 valentine's special 💌❣️

Ocs featured: Nyx Leech, Juvia Yuyi Espejo

Characters featured: Azul Ashengrotto(mentioned), Jade Leech, Floyd Leech

Ship: Nyx x Juvia

Summary: After finding time in her typically busy schedule, Juvia took it upon herself to visit her crush during one of her performances at the monstro lounge.

Warning(s): Juvia being a bi disaster /j, Jade and Floyd /j, potential ooc moments

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

[ Reblogs are recommended/encouraged ]

Song to listen to: Why don't you do right? (Annapantsu cover)

Juvia had a busy schedule for most of January and the first couple of days of February.

And unfortunately, that meant she didn't have enough time to give her crush the new set of punk lolita boots she wanted.

Now, who is Juvia's crush? One would assume it would be Deuce Spade, Artemis from Savanaclaw, or Mitch from RSA.

But it was actually Nyx Leech, an Octavinelle second-year, and the younger sister of Jade and Floyd Leech.

Juvia's heard a lot of things about Nyx. Some good, some bad. Mostly bad but Juvia also happened to see the good behind Nyx's bitchy attitude toward others.

Speaking of Nyx, Juvia sighed with relief."Finally…" she groaned before quickly changing her clothes into something similar to the Octavinelle dorm uniform.

Minus the hat and scarf, Juvia could've been mistaken for another Octavinelle student. Which were thanks to Nyx, since she gave the outfit to Juvia on her birthday last year.

Looking into the mirror, Juvia grinned."I can't wait to see her!" She exclaimed, a quiet squeal leaving her mouth right after.

After some time, Juvia left Ramshackle under the supervision of Grim and the ghosts that resided inside.

She was super excited, more excited than the word itself.

Until she reached the lounge.

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Juvia's smile faltered when she saw that the place was packed. Customers covered the lounge and many of the Octavinelle students were too busy tending to those customers that they didn't even notice Juvia was there.

She felt small, shrunken down to a mere piece of dust that'll be thrown away sooner or later. It didn't help that Nyx was seemingly nowhere to be seen.

That is until Jade walked up to Juvia. With that devious smile that was identical to Nyx's. Or rather Nyx's smile was identical to Jade's.

"A pleasure to see you, Juvia." Jade greeted, placing two trays of food on a table before walking up to her."To what do we owe the honor?"

Realizing that Jade - her crush's older brother - was speaking to her, Juvia cleared her throat and prepared a couple of words.

"Well, I came to see one of your sister's performances. I heard that she performs in the lounge a lot so…" an awkward smile spread across her face, "Curiosity got the best of me."

Jade chuckled."Curiosity killed the cat." He said, "But at least the satisfaction will bring it back."

With how he worded the well-known saying, Juvia's curiosity was partially piqued. Was Nyx better than she initially thought?

Soon, Jade guided Juvia to a table near the stage. And lo and behold, it's the infamous table anyone wants to be in whenever Nyx performs.

After taking a seat, Juvia looked at Jade, causing a chuckle to leave his lips.

"I can assure you that my little sister is quite the performer."

That was all he said before walking off to assist Floyd and the other employees in the lounge.

Once he left, Juvia basically deflated herself into a nervous wreck. She was absolutely terrified.

Not because of Nyx, of course not, but because of two specific things that freaked the fuck out of her.

One, the fact that Jade likely set her down on the table on purpose.

Two, the fact that half of the lounge was glaring daggers that pierced her soul. She could practically hear the gates of heaven open up for her.

But then Floyd enthusiastically announced Nyx's entrance onto the stage. And saying Juvia's jaw dropped was an understatement.

Not only was her crush about to perform. But she looked fucking breathtaking.

She wore a black miniskirt with the Octavinelle insignia on her belt, alongside a shoulderless halter top with separate semi-transparent bishop sleeves.

The elegance paired with the punk-ish vibe of her knee-length boots blew Juvia away. And she couldn't help but believe that only Nyx was able to pull off something so elegant with boots that were the complete opposite of elegant.

Oh, but that was just the beginning.

Which was probably what Azul thought when Nyx took the microphone and began serenading the audience. Like a siren singing to nearby sailors and persuading them to drown in the oceanic depths.

Juvia almost choked when she sang the first verse."I-I knew she was good, but…" she cut herself off, feeling her face go warm as she continued to stare into Nyx's eyes.

The classiness of the music paired with an unnaturally relaxing voice? Juvia was sure that Nyx was more hypnotic than any siren.

When Nyx was nearing the final verse, she noticed Juvia sitting on the table across from her. And she kept eye contact with her.

A smirk now dawned on Nyx's face. One that matched Floyd's more than Jade's.

Juvia was having the equivalent of a seizure, but internally. Too many butterflies were in her stomach and her face was a bit too red for its own good.

"H-Holy…"

Nyx giggled for a moment, spinning around the microphone stand, posing for only a moment with a mischievous grin.

And she hit that high note.

Juvia might as well have been a ghost at that point. Nyx's voice was enough for her to feel her soul leave her body and ascend to the gates of heaven.

But even then, she didn't fight back the smile she had when Nyx's performance ended.

And she couldn't wait to give her the boots.

"By the great seven, I love that bitch…"

Taglist: [ I would like to hear your thoughts if possible! ]

@starry-night-rose @authoruio @fumikomiyasaki @sakuramidnight15 @nem0-nee @oseathepebble @geminiiviolets @twsted-princess

Request by: @windbornearchon

I hope you like this oneshot, Jas! Sorry if this doesn't have as much dialogue as you'd like :') I hope Nyx singing like Annapantsu can compensate for that. Either way, I just- Absolutely fucking love this ship TvT ❤️ hope you enjoy

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[absentcaryatid]

Mountain Choi

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

While traveling for work you make the intimate acquaintance of a man you come to learn a little too late is in a career adjacent to your own.

2.2K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, no pronouns used for the reader, alcohol (presumed), sex occurs but is only lightly described, bar and boxing ring setting, mention of the couple later having children. San's explanation near the end about his name's meaning is a direct quote from a KQ Entertainment interview pre-debut.

~

“What do you do?”

The handsome man who had joined you at the bar had the emotional control of a seasoned performer. His slight grimace at your question quickly resolved into a dimpled smile. After taking a drink, he admitted, “I don’t like to talk about work.”

“Neither do I actually. It’s nice to not think about it for a night.” After that, the rest of the conversation flowed smoothly. You learned his name was San and you gave your own in return. Once it was clear there were some very strong indications of interest on both sides, you soon found yourself in his room in the hotel above enjoying his muscular body.

“I need you to know this is wildly out of character for me. I've never done anything like this before.” San's brow was creased with worry, as if you would judge him for being so into sex with a near stranger, though of course you were doing the same to as much delight.

Pausing your motion, you took his hands in yours. “San, you could fall into bed with every person you meet and I would not think any less of you. We are using condoms for STI protection and that is all that matters to me.” As his face relaxed you thought to ask, “Do you judge me for having casual sex? This ends right now if you view me negatively.”

“Oh no,” San was quick to splutter out, “quite the opposite. I like you a lot and want to make a good impression. As you can see, I'm out of practice when it comes to bedroom talk. My career has taken precedence for so long that I am extremely rusty.”

With a passionate kiss you communicated he was doing more than well enough to keep your interest and the activity resumed. Cuddled side by side in the bed while catching your breath afterward, San looked regretful despite the good time. “I’d love to have you stay the night, but I need to be rested for tomorrow.” His fingers traced your hairline in a gentle gesture before cupping your cheek for another kiss.

“I understand, it is an important day of work for me too.” You began pulling your scattered clothes on and decided to take the risk of asking for more time with the sweet man who already had a part of your heart. “Tonight has been a lot of fun. Perhaps we could continue this another time with a dinner date?”

San lit up and you exchanged numbers. “Tomorrow night too soon? I think I’ll be celebrating and your presence would make it all the better. I'm also not in town for long.”

You might have been embarrassed at how quickly you agreed to the timing, but San seemed as enthusiastic as you were. Leaving him with one last kiss, you slipped out his door to the hotel hallway, headed to your own room on the next floor.

Another guest passed you as he wobbled a little drunkenly down the hall. He did not leer, but the glance up and down taking in your semi-disheveled state was plain. “Walk of shame?”

Nobody was going to make you feel bad about the way you handled your literal affairs, and certainly not a tipsy stranger. “Walk of pride,” you gloated as you disappeared into the waiting elevator. Just as the doors began to close your voice drifted out, “He was great, and so was I.”

Wooyoung smiled to himself. He'd been urging San for years to focus on something more than training. The boxing manager sang out “Good night, San” as he passed the room he had seen you exit, then unlocked his adjoining suite.

The next day passed quickly as you waited for the title match. There was nothing much to do but stay out of the way during the crew's final preparations and emerge from your dressing room on time. Satisfied with one last look over at your outfit, you made your way toward the crowd that was abuzz with excitement.

Expertly stepping between the ropes that lined the boxing ring, you stopped a few steps apart from Mingi to keep the spotlight on him. You had worked with him a few times before and had always been impressed how good he looked in a tuxedo, even considered asking Mingi out some day, but now there was another man to have your interest. Thoughts of seeing San after work filled your head and it took some effort to return to the present. Business first, then that dinner date he had agreed to last night. Whatever he might be celebrating, you would be marking a milestone too with your first televised match as a referee.

Holding the microphone that had descended into the center of the mat, the announcer's deep voice delivered with style. “In this corner we have the one, the only, Brute Yunho hailing from Gwangju up against the pride of Namhae, Mountain Choi here to defend his world title.” Mingi swept his hand from one corner of the ring to the other, catching the way you paled as the latter competitor came into view.

As the audience went wild, in strolled the man you had just spent the night with flanked by his trainer Hongjoong and manager Wooyoung. Quite the pro, San managed to keep any reaction to himself, but Wooyoung openly gaped in surprise before he whispered to a wide-eyed Hongjoong how he recognized you.

Theatrical as boxing could be with all the pre-match taunting, you prided yourself on working as a referee for matches that were still very real. Your impartiality would of course be called into question if an assignation with San before the fight was ever to be revealed. Knowing you had to bow out, you took the only route that your panicked mind could come up with in the moment and faked a swoon.

Yunho’s studied scowl of his sports persona vanished to be replaced with concern as you landed hard on the mat. San's trainer Hongjoong was the first to slide under the ropes as he leapt into the ring to provide assistance, and Jongho on the medical staff for the bout followed in a flash.

It was embarrassing to be carried out on a stretcher, but far easier than explaining your conflict of interest to the judges on live television. As Jongho efficiently began looking for signs of a concussion, you waved him off. The medic smirked as you sheepishly admitted you had slept with San last night not realizing who he was. “Other than the shock, I’m fine. It was a fake fall to bow out of the ref job without having to explain my reason for resigning.” You shook your head in bemusement at the situation of your own making. “He had the body of someone who works out heavily, but so do people from all sorts of careers. How was I supposed to know a boxer going by the name 'Mountain' was such a little guy?”

Jongho laughed, “Everybody in this business knows Jeong ‘The Brute’ Yunho is an absolute puppy in real life. You should be familiar with a little fudging in the name of self-promotion.”

By now the venue manager Seonghwa had arrived from his office, looking extremely anxious about your condition. For the second time tonight you had to reveal your night of passion with San and the retelling was not getting any easier.

Assured there truly had been no injury, Seonghwa too found your situation more comical than unprofessional. “I'm very glad you are okay after all. I'll pass the good news on to the judges so they won't worry. Your backup Yeosang has already taken over and we have the third ref on standby should Yeosang get an accidental punch in the line of duty. So, all that settled, do you feel like getting back out there to watch?”

“I have no wish to see someone I am already getting attached to beaten up.”

Seonghwa looked at you kindly. “Odds are on San retaining his title tonight. Yunho might be bigger, but San is tough.”

As Jongho helped you gently slide off the table in the first aid office, Seonghwa too lent a steadying hand as if unsure you really were fine. Even a stunt fall had been hard on your body. You decided to take it easy and wait for the match to end from the comfort of your dressing room. Once boisterous cheers gave notice the match had concluded, you eagerly made your way to San's own staging area.

With a handshake once Hongjoong had removed San's boxing gloves, San made a formal introduction after you convinced him you had not been injured by your stunt on the mat. “Choi San, two-time world champ as of tonight. Pleased to meet you, again.”

It was your turn to worry over San as you watched Hongjoong tut at the small number of bruises San had sustained in the fight.

“Yunho landed more punches than he should have been able to. I think you were off your game tonight.” Hongjoong meaningfully glared in your direction.

The trainer was a short man, but intense, and you shrank back. It had been a lucky thing San still triumphed tonight. From his perspective, it would have been rattling to recognize the date from the night before was the referee for his match, only to see them collapse on the spot.

Before you could apologize for the situation that had truly been accidental, Wooyoung entered the room. He was fresh off rounds of congratulations and bearing a large celebratory bouquet of flowers.

San accepted the gift from his manager then took the best rose from the bunch and handed it to you. “Neither one of us is to blame. You probably would have had to bow out after only chatting at the bar if we had talked jobs after all and you figured out my identity as one of tonight's participants. I'm glad things had the chance to go further though, and am very interested in our date tonight if you are too.”

Your nod let San know you were still up for taking him out and whatever might follow again. “So you are Choi San. The name San should have had me connecting it to the mountain in the fight. I guess I was already won over by your charms and not thinking about much else last night.”

“Your mind was on my body, as mine was on yours,” San offered with a wink and the same sultry gaze you had found irresistible the night before.

“That's it, he's punch drunk. I'm leaving.” Hongjoong grabbed Wooyoung who was watching the scene play out and hesitant to miss whatever came next, but finally followed the trainer out with a heavy sigh.

“I'm not addled from the fight, I think it is true love,” San yelled toward his exiting team. “Don't wait up for me tonight, I'll likely get back tomorrow morning. Late morning! Maybe afternoon!” He looked at you and giggled as the others fled.

It took a moment to regain the power of thought after San's declaration. Not quite ready to say 'love' in return, but almost there, you decided to steer the conversation back to a less weighty topic. “Please don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like the hulking mountain I was picturing after seeing the fight's poster with your names.”

You found it endearing the way San's eyes crinkled as he smiled. “My father wanted me to be a comforting hill for some people, and for others, an enormous mountain they can't dare to challenge. A truly grand mountain.”

“I think it is a pretty name, and both meanings of his choice are apt too. You had the strength and determination to beat Yunho, yet also offered me a lot of comfort last night.”

Drawing closer as he held your waist, San successfully wooed you. “And I will do the same for you every night you will have me.”

It took a few more dates to seal the deal, but San did indeed live up to the softer side of his name. Taking your concern for his health to heart, he even retired early and managed a few up-and-coming boxers over the years instead. Your career as a referee continued, and you knew to stay away from accepting matches any of San's protegees were in. You even turned down a few fights Yunho was involved in from that point on. Seeing him brought back too many happy memories of the weekend you met San and you didn't want that favoritism toward Yunho to influence your calls.

Preferring to win fairly, Yunho understood, and he was just as happy to befriend you and San once learning you would not be working as referee on any of his future matches. For a man boxing under the name 'The Brute', he was an exceptionally gentle occasional babysitter for the children and grandchildren you and San raised in your long and happy life together.

~

Masterlist

#ATEEZ fanfic #ATEEZ fluff #Kpop fanfic #Kpop fluff #San x reader #San x you #gender neutral reader #no pronouns used for reader #diverseinsertknet #ATEEZ x gender neutral reader #Kpop x gender neutral reader

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 4: Little Princess’ Adventure

Narrated by Nikki.

Narrator: The day finally comes for the play to debut. I’m clad in my white dress, taking deep breaths backstage.

Choose “I’ll cheer you on!”

You: I’ll cheer you on!

Nikki: Thanks, [Your Name]. I’m feeling more confident with your encouragement!

Narrator: The curtains open. I stand onstage, feeling more like the adventurous Jenny than ever, surrounded by intricate, dreamy props.

Narrator: I find the spring water and honey and eventually arrive at the garden of the north, shrouded by black clouds.

Narrator: Without hesitation, I walk into the dark, foggy rose garden.

Narrator: When I exit the fog, my clothes have been dyed pitch-black. In my hand is a beautiful rose.

Narrator: I hold the lamb plushy tight and whisper...

Jenny: Wait for me.

Narrator: I return to the candy witch with the three items. She uses them to create one candy.

Narrator: I must choose the one she made out of two identical candies.

Narrator: I give both candies a lick and come to a realization.

Jenny: Both candies taste the same. No matter which I choose, you’ll give my lamb back to me.

Narrator: Smiling, I point at one of the candies and wait for the verdict.

Witch: Well... lucky you. You made the right choice.

Witch: But that doesn’t mean that your deduction was correct!

Narrator: The witch blabbers, flabbergasted, and lifts the spell from the lamb.

Narrator: My lamb flutters its wings and tilts its head, starting to move around again. I pet its head with a grin.

Narrator: After the performance, our new play becomes a hot topic on Moments.

Narrator: “The dark fog effects are stunning! The light crew and costume designers deserve a raise!

Narrator: “Is the candy witch tsundere? What’s the final boss hiding?”

Nikki: I love reading the headlines and netizen comments.

Momo: The troupe’s really got a lot of fans!

Choose “Any comments about you?”

You: You should check and see if there are any comments about you.

Nikki: Me? I don’t think so...

Momo: Look! “In Surprising Move, December Troupe Hires Fresh New Actor for Lead Role”...

Narrator: Momo points at a review on Moments.

Narrator: “The new actor playing the princess may be inexperienced, but she’s very easy for the audience to sympathize with.”

Narrator: “Especially when she’s interacting with her lamb. The audience can feel the little princess’ love for her pet.”

Narrator: “In an interview, the actor explained that her practice partner helped her capture the emotions the princess had for her pet.”

Choose “Is it Momo?”

You: You meant Momo, right?

Narrator: Yeah. I pretended the lamb was Momo. If Momo was turned into a plushy, I’d do everything to save him, too. Still...

Choose “Still...?”

You: Still?

Narrator: Still, imagining the lamb as Momo made me want to snort out laughing all the time. Don’t tell him, of course.

--

Nikki: During my lines with the witch, all I could think of was Momo dressed up like a lamb...

Nikki: And in my head, the line “guess which candy is mine” became “guess which barbecue is mine”...

Momo: I never said that!

Nikki: Luckily I was able to hold it in, or the headlines would all be “Newbie Actor Bursts Out Laughing During Play”...

Nikki: Oh, here’s a congratulating text from Lolory. I need to thank her for the opportunity. I’ll do even better next time!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#nikki #shining nikki #transcript #flower and jenny #december troupe #chapter 4 #ssr designer #performance #little princess' adventure #candy witch #actor #theater

[arimarushunya]

I just finished pokemon violet, and while I have many many gripes with how it runs and certain mechanics, I'm with nearly everyone else I've seen talk about this game in that it's probably my fav.

What makes me really sad tho is that this game had so much more potential to be absolutely phenomenal, had it not been rushed like it was. Imagining what kind of game it could have been with more time and attention,,,, almost makes me hate it as is lmao

stream of consciousness and spoilers under cut

Area Zero man. None of the rest of the scenery really wowed me, but going thru Area Zero... my initial enjoyment of it was a bit dampened by not being able to use Miraidon to get around, but it was still just a cool area and I can't wait to explore it more thoroughly later.

I really liked the rpg-ness of having friends traveling with me. It made the game feel fuller and more impactful. Like a lot of the game until that point was traveling vast expanses of just pokemon, with very small chunks of story happening at ocassional checkpoints. Having people traveling with me who were moving the story along while I traveled made the game flow better and feel like my traveling was part of the story, if that makes sense. Wish it had been a mechanic during any other part of the game (tutorial aside).

Story wise, I guessed the big twist pretty early on, but I think it actually aided my enjoyment? like, the tension of probably knowing Turo's fate while traveling with Arven, who just wants to see his dad.... 😭😭😭

The first Turo fight was cool, I'm a sucker for AI goes rogue but good stories. Everything after that fight tho was kinda,, eh. I didn't find Miraidon's arc super compelling, and the ending felt weird. Idk how to explain, but AI Turo's decision felt more selfish than sacrificial, which didnt tonally mesh well with me. But, it's a kids game, it need a somewhat feel-good ending ig.

Now, my main gripes:

- Performance. This honestly goes without saying; this is everyone's biggest gripe with the game. It's extremely unpolished and runs like shit. I don't think I got over 20 frames at any point. Considering BOTW and Odyssey both came out YEARS before this, there really shouldn't have been this much of an issue making a large open world switch title. This is likely cause by how rushed the game was, and it's so sad to see.

- it's pretty empty. like I said above, there's vast expanses of land to travel thru, but once you've caught the pokemon in the area, it can be a drag to explore because there's nothing else really compelling. Having more story beats outside of towns, or having a traveling companion might have fixed this, but as is it feels like a slog to explore.

- Character customization. I'm getting fucking blue balled by Nintendo, having all these clothing shops in scarvi that they don't do shit bc you're forced to wear one of four outfits the entire game. Like, they were so close. I have to imagine this was due to time constraints, bc the other option is they did it out of spite to prevent boys wearing skirts.... I just was so turned off by the shops as a whole bc this sucked so much ass.

- various QOL: - would have loved repels to prevent small ass pokemon spawning underfoot while I'm trying to get somewhere. - shiny indicator, some of these pokemon are impossible to tell apart (<strike>tandemouse</strike>). - Being able to see the previews of picnic items before you buy them like every other shop item??? - FOR MY POKEMON TO MATCH MY WALKING SPEED IN LETS GO MODE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. YOU CANT PUT A POKEMON IN THE GAME THAT NEEDS WALKING TO EVOLVE AND THEN HAVE IT NEED TO GO BACK IN ITS POKEBALL EVERY 4 SECONDS.

I don't really have a closing note for this, it's just ramblings at 1am after having binged pokemon for the last week, but I do want to touch on the terastal/paradox pokemon designs. tbh I hateee how the terastal pokemon look. their hats are so so so so stupid looking. but, once I realized that you can change the tera typing, I'm not as mad about it. I get they can't do custom forms for every type for every pokemon, but God are the UGLYYYYY.

As for the paradox pokemon, they look cool, but I think with the premise of future pokemon, it would have been more interesting for them to be organic rather than robotic. I think there was supposed to be a theme of AI thru the game, bit they didn't really dive deep enough into that. It would have been much cooler for the pokemon to be like, crystallized somehow. bc of their relation to the tera crystals and all. idk, future = robots just feels uninspired. Buttttt, they look cool enough, and they paradoxed my fav pokemon, so I think I can let this slide. for now.

EDIT: after I hit post I remembered that Clavell said "cheugy" at me and it made me have to explain cheugy to my wife and I have never been so fucking blindsided by a video game

#pokemon spoilers #give me your egg